THE "TOUCHING" PARELLELS

You choose ,and what you choose today , makes you What you are .

For the two souls that never procreated ,
Furnished by the lust and expedient to love,
They presumed to exhume the doors to the sacred world,
So here was their macrocosm; they had prepared to nurture ,
But,something was taking form inside the effeminate, that was to palisade
Their world ,
He world of their indomitable spirits taking from a youthful spree ,
With only two to travel and explore on lucid terms ,
So ,here was the conflict ,
Feeling the duology in her form with the thumps inside her ,
"It's the baby",she said ,
"It's not supposed to be",came the answer.
Deep down ,her heart knew the sanctity of this new wholesome feeling ,
Would set her apart from her desired world ,
So here she fell to choices ,
From the nine lunations to follow,
To the new vanity of love ,yet to explore,
Both the parellel ends were a part of her own self ,
She felt through her blossom the unadulterated form of her existence ,
She couldn't refrain herself from her imaginations of
what the motherhood had to offer,
So she decided.
Deligently she walked through the doors ,
Turning back once to her morbid dreams ,
And then to the lane to follow .
She was deciding names in her mind.