The Mark Of Love You Share
366 Words
Her parturition of mewling babies.
Sagging breasts, flabby belly
All bearing the mark of your bond
Despise not the woman that bears your mark
For she has that fear for the creator of them.
See to her mother hood as your pride of love
Thus; be reverential to keep her in your name.
Respect her womanhood and motherhood
Not every woman today had a heart like hers.
When she told you she was pregnant
Carrying your child in her womb.
It was a thing of happiness unto her soul
That she had the woman's gift the creator gives.
At least one of the strongest bond that will bind you two forever.
Look around the world we live today
Some women with different ideologies philosophies and culture.
To live their lives the way it pleases the world.
Especially now we have world more civilized than before.
That humane duty preserved unto women they dodge along.
They say they won't like to have the children of their own.
Lest their breasts would fall like a thing that can't stand again.
When they have to breastfeed their milking souls.
Nurturing them with the milk that comes out from their breast.
Why then do they have wombs if they say a thing like that.
Why did the creator make the woman's breast with milk inside of it?
If not for the sake of love and procreation
The nurturing of new lives to adapt to the world they came in.
What else would they say the reason of the creator was.
But i tell you nothing as sweet home sweet home
To have a family to call your own.
Maybe some preferred sleeping around
Raising children from different women
But you should thank God that you found one.
A woman in a million to build your home around.
Therefore see to her motherhood as your pride of love
Thus; be reverential to keep her in your name.
Respect her womanhood and motherhood
Not every woman has a heart like hers.
She had not only bring new lives for you as a woman
The nurturing of the children she pledged
Til they come of age.
Your duty too to see that come true.
And since you have a family by your blood
The reason to be thankful that she came.
For we live in a world where some people see no need for procreation.
Having children by adoption instead of their own in flesh and blood
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