One single Gift
Such a surreal sight, this angel,
with eyes like stars.
Her embrace feels so warm...
like a fire from afar.
So, I beg this being kindly;
"grant me a son."
But "No" is her response.
She answers t no one.
Yet, still I persist and beg,
until her patience is lost.
"Fine she says coldly,
"Though, it shall be at a cost."
So, now I fight her battles.
I am the one one who ends the wars.
All of this is simply
for the child I adore.
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