O ! Love how great your role !
Is with the mothers who nestle
Hopeful seeds in their wombs
And pain untold bear
To see them sprout, come to light

On the seedling too, Love !
Have you wrapped a golden
sacred net, for its good.
A boon flowery and fragrant
In your name, worthy and sweet.
 

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