To Be Loved


When She is gone
I know
What it is
To be Loved!

When she was my mother
I scolded her
For being so worrying

When she was my wife
I shouted at her
For being so caring

When she was my daughter
I snarled at her
For being so loving

They just did
What they did
Without any excuse
any remorse
any revenge

They were angels
They gave me
Their virtues

Now I miss them
Now I miss their Love
Their care and
Their being there
Always for me
with so much of everything
So good and pure

Now I know
She is The Gift of God
The World is beautiful
And a better place to live
Just because of Her

Love her everyone
Love her
Let her be born
Let her live
And make this world
A better place to live

Kill not her
In the womb
Kill not her
before birth

Or you will be killed
By people of Sodom
And Amorrah

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