love child

calliope collects lilies

counting her lucky pennies

daughter of a policeman

a secret daughter, burden of sin

two homes she never knows

knowing the love only illicit lovers ignite

her hair, a deep black curl

her lockets woven from time

she blooms in a garden only meant for her

her gentle hues, she’ll stay so true

in the wild, my child

my love child

in the name of love.

go, love.

love child, love.