The love of your own child.

She wanted a baby,

But she couldn’t carry,

She didn’t feel like a lady,

She knew she’d never marry,

You see, her other half,

He had a baby with the previous,

To have another made him laugh,

For him it was too mischievous,

That broke her heart in many ways,

He wouldn’t even consider to adopt,

She asks God for the rest of her days,

If wanting a child could be a phase.

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