A child was born from out the womb
Of a beautiful madden I met in the month of June--
born after the snow after the winds have stopped to blow--
after the rain has fed the flowers--
so that they may grow--
Born to belong to no one --
Born- to be let go--
The month of her birth--
the truest month on earth--
A month when all things are born to be free-
-Free to be who they are--
And meant to be with the one who gave them birth so lovingly-
- A cuddling child and warm--
never meant to morn.
How could you bring a tear to the eye??
For the gods in the sky--
beckon you to live some day,
with them --upon high.
Born from a beauty I loved in June .
Who gave birth to a child during an April full moon.
For June to me was love--
and April sang it's tune--
from out your mothers womb.
You like a flower are meant to bloom -
-meant to rise above every form of gloom.
April--the word rains in your veins--
on this month the sun shines bright
and reflect's a light upon your face even at night.
For you child--are as bright as the lite--
Who is it that write,s these words- on parchment of white ?
Who felt what he thought was love so right--
for a mother who bore a sol-um dove-- one April night.
And was that Dove set free ?-
-Did it bare the name Freedom reluctantly ?
How can it be -- No!
this young mother would never let her child go .
She told me so .
It is true beauty is free -- meant to last forever until eternity--
But truth belongs to know one accept your self and she. --
Who is your mother-- for she to is free--
Like you a flower --born with beauty and power--
Unto no one she is devoted--
not even to me--
And I love her dearly--
yet merely beg for her mercy to set me free!
April beauty of unrest--
April who's mothers head lie'd
upon my chest---
Child true--
April- my that month belong to you--
For during those thirty days beauty Raine's in many ways--
And never is it seen more then in your eye's--
Like though's of your mother's--
It,s hard to believe beauty
cries--
Although it never dies.
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