03 – Claire Voyance

The throne of infancy
Between her thighs
Where the sands of time
Become pearls

All the wealth in the world
Still cannot buy
The most precious of gifts
From a girl

She may have grace
And an elegant pace
All the teachings
Of a social caste

But a mother she knows
What will break
What will flow
With a love that will always hold fast

So be wary my friend
Not all sexual ends
Will bring you what matters the most
The conception is fast
But the love will not last
Unless a mother
Is the chosen host