Rowe Three

A broken tort on my knees, you demand to see the child, what lies in between, when you think you know, fury in your smile, say it's just like you, can’t I have some ease, you ignore the signs, believe perfect belief, even if not true, a power beyond my sight, you always claim the virtue, wrap it around your misery, in whispered prayers at night, throw them back at me, the terms you accrue, somehow heaven's insight, lawyers stick with glue, before you ask the judiciary, to take the precious mite, of love across the sea, enquire about my rights?