In guilt, in trepidation, I remain to tribulate,
Certain, in uncertainty, this moment will not fade.
And ever so silent, I'll whisper to the night_
Of my Love-less Lover, and our unborn child.

I don't love you anymore,

Ramon, call me ok? 27823741747

I felt the rhyming was a bit forced in some parts, but this is very well written!

thank you for your overwhelming number of reviews by the way. i was greatly delighted on your analyzes on 'seven acts' and your thoughts on the other pieces as well. thanks again, and keep writing