The night was dark,
For the moon was young,
And the Stars were asleep and rare,
The clouds were thick,
Yet Youth went out,
To see his Maiden fair.
Dear one,
he pleaded as he knelt before her feet in tears.
My love is true,
Why you have kept me waiting all this years?
The maiden looked at him.
Unmoved it seemed,
And whispered low.
Persistent Youth,
You have to prove by deeds,
Your love is true.
"There's not a thing
I haven't do for you,Beloved" said he.
"Then, go." said she. "To your mother dear,
And bring her heart to me.
Without another word,
Youth left and went to his mother dear.
He opened her breast and took her HEART!
But he did not shed a tear.
Then back to his Maiden fair,
He run unmindful of the rain.
But his feet slipped, And he fell down,
And load, he groan with pain!
And then, he held the prize,
That would win his Maiden's hands.
But he thought of his mother dear,
So kind,so sweet,so fond
But then,
he heard a voice!
Not from his lips,
But all apart!
"Get up" it said.
"Are you hurt,Child?"
It was his mother's heart
The ballad of a Mother's heart.
THE MORAL LESSON OF THE POETRY (DECLAMATION): PRIORITIZE AND LOVE YOUR FAMILY, MORE THAN ANYONE (EXCEPT GOD), YOU AWE ALL TO YOUR FAMILY BEFORE YOUR MISTRESS OR SOME SPECIAL PERSON YOU KNEW!!!
-UNKNOWN-
