A sweet, little baby cries in a field,
Her legs wiggle, her arms waggle,
She is left alone…
Abandoned…
Forsaken.

Forgotten.

But here comes a man,
And he sees her plight,
He draws her into gentle arms,
Cuddles her to the warmth of his chest.

Found. Kept. Raised.

With diamonds, silk, and adoration,
He blesses her as she grows,
In the day he broadens her horizons,
With lessons; language, art, history, equations,
And in the evening, he showers her with…
Love…,
…affection,
Kisses…

Clothed in beauty, arrayed in grace,
She grows renowned and famous,
Her countenance, bright and beautiful,
Attracts adoring crowds and suitors.

She giggles. She laughs. She flutters long eyelashes.

She commits to none. She fancies all.

And the man, seeing she is grown, lovely…
Of age for marriage, he betroths her to his son,
A good man, his son.,
Strong. Moral. Courageous.

But upon this commitment, she runs away,
She flees into the hands of awaiting lovers
They woo her, tease her, coax her.,
What’s so precious, she gives away.

Free, without price, commitment, conviction,
She gives herself away.

They say they love her,
She gives herself away.

They say she’s lovely,
She gives herself away.

They say she’s wanted,
She gives herself away.

To caressing touches, seductive deception,
…Roaming kisses…

She gives herself away.

But as time takes its toll,
The weariness sets in,
She grows tired of multiple lovers,
Her thoughts turn to another man,
A man of kindness, gentleness, affection,
The man who found her,
The man who raised her,
The man who clothed her in unconditional love.

Upon this man her thoughts did turn,
As they used her body, over and over,
Upon his son, her heart did warm,
As her life turned cold from touches too demanding.

And for every man who rose from her bed,
And left, again and again,
He stole a piece of her soul from her.

Until, finally, one wearisome morning,
She said no. No more. Enough. I’m finished,
The men objected, coaxed, pleaded,
She shook her head, gathered her belongings,
And walked toward the door,
Of her past life.

But as her hand touched the knob,
The men caught up to her.

They yelled, she argued. They pressed. She resisted,
And in the heat of their anger,
They tore away her silks,
Her sparkling gold,
Her ribbons,
Lace.

They threw her out into the streets,
Naked as the day she was born,
All saw her shame,
All knew her iniquity,
All turned away.

Disgust written on each face.

Loathing,
Aversion,
Condemnation.

She fell to her knees,
And wept.

There she stayed, again abandoned,
Again forsaken,
Forgotten.

And there the son found her.
And like his father before him,
He took the cape from his shoulders,
And covered her nakedness,
He gathered her into arms,
Strong enough to carry her,
Home where she belonged.

For weeks she couldn’t meet his gaze,
For weeks she avoided honorable touch,
For weeks she drowned in her pain,
Buried in her shame.

But finally, one day,
The father and the son,
Called her to them,
The son requested her hand in marriage,
She rejected.

Her body was stained,
Her spirit…broken.
Defeated.

But the son gathered her into tender arms,
And assured her of a love, a perfect love,
A love that covered a multitude of transgression,
And he kissed her,
And the kiss was pure,
…true,
…and untainted.

And the love that covered her,
Also cleansed her,
And healed her soul.

And at the time appointed,
He became her husband,
And she, his wife.

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