Apple Seed

I am sorry little apple seed,
I couldn't bring you into this world.
I'm sorry I couldn't have
A little boy or little girl.

I love you little apple seed,
Five weeks, three days you grew,
I loved how you felt in me,
I really really loved you.

I'm sorry that I let you go,
Now I feel empty inside.
We just weren't ready for you yet.
Out the window you flied.

There are still so many things
I need to know and do,
Please come back in a few years
And I will be waiting for you.

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"Love is but a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell." --Joan Crawford