The blooded lump brings a joyous sight
She smiles to deliver it from womb to light
Not understanding it emits a guttural cry
From that moment her eyes are never dry.
She pours fountains into its dried lips
Each drop is nectar that her heart drips
She clutches it close with every bone
Extends in it and she knows it alone.
Flesh of her flesh apple of her eyes
Mystifying thing that on her breast lies
Ceaselessly she delves love suffocates her
It defines her being her sky's only star.
It matters nothing what it would bring
She's into the heaven flying on its wing
For it she now lives for it she can die
Her eyes from this moment will never be dry.