The Pampered Child

They say that pampering
came down one night
and wrapped you in supplication,
for all that is in the world,
and all that now exists,
was praying to its Lord
that you be born for perfection.

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And the day you were born to us,
the tears of fancy welled up,
the eyes of radiance were choked,
and the mountains rent their garments.
"Can there be mournings in the world?"—
your lips are pledged to the question.
And we have a right to lament,
for after you, beauty has died...