By Catherine, age 24, England, United Kingdom
To look after and so cherish, joy of joys 'tis wondrous,
A heartbeat's seed doth flourish thus,
I care and care superfluous,
Gentle in turn brave, towards her threats.
No problem is cantankerous, treat as precious detail,
Won't take for granted, what's been planted,
As gales they can be cruel, we are the right,
Survived of plight,
And born out of the wrong.