Brought Up With Fair Love
Having been brought into the light with motherly mirth,
and it was a miracle indeed, beginning to breath...
being greeted by the first sunray
on a gelid, snowy February day.
As age added height to my stature, and handsomeness
already reflected in puberal looks and manly gestures,
a reminder was my persistent forte and call...
that I had been brought up with fair love.
Had I been born in a different country, still my inherited genes
would have been the same with all the distinguished features,
once born a male, one is the portent of virility...
to conquer with his sexiness all females genuinely.
Many men are raised on excessive pride, according to custom,
I wouldn't have been brought up with fair love and loved with esteem...
if desire hadn't been the driving force
of the passions that altered my course.
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
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