Suffering and virtue mixed with the seed:
Fornication and obligation,
Onwards we breed.
She walked hand in hand with heavy womb;
Pollinated – the legacy escapes the tomb,
And onwards we bloom.

A weight, a burden, a physical prospect.
A lightened mental load,
A burden made lighter by the day.
The liege, heir apparent reigning upon its subject.
The new-born with the world to mould,
Into the future we go to find our way.

Consented bondage and marriage be
Fashioned upon two hearts: protected by paternity,
Adored and carried by maternity.

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