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El fruto del amor / Love's fruit


El deseo de ser madre nacio en mi corazón,mi Dios le dio a mi vientre el fruto del deseo de mi corazón. Al ver el fruto del amor en mi vientre nacer y ser una hermosura y perfección,En mi corazón creció el deseo de ser madre otra vez,Y mi Dios me dijo "Volveras a tener el fruto del amor otra vez pero tendras que esperar "
Y lo espere pero no llego...mi vientre no volvió a sentir el fruto del amor.Pero mi corazón si, Y lo espere y no llego. Y mi Dios me recordaba "Volveras a tener el fruto del amor otra vez pero tendras que esperar "
Y lo espere ansiosa , sin pensar que llegaria de la manera menos esperada.
El fruto del amor llego a mi puerta con una sonrisa, un dolor y un gemido deseando el amor que tanto mi corazón deseava dar.
Y mi Dios me recordó que habia llegado lo que tanto había anhelado , no de mi vientre pero de mi corazón.
Mi corazón no sabe distinguir si nacieron de mi vientre si llevan mi sangre o tienen mis mismos ojos solo sabe que los ama a todos igual y llevan el mismo latido llamado AMOR porque nacieron de mi corazón y la promesa que Dios me dio.


Love's Fruit
The desire to be a mother was born in my heart, God gave my womb the fruit of love ,the desire of my heart. Seeing the fruit of love in my womb being born,such beauty and perfection, in my heart grew the desire to be a mother once again, and my God said "You will again have the fruit of love, but it will have to wait" I waited  ... But my womb did not to feel the fruit of love again .But my heart did.I waited and it did not come. And my God reminded me "You will have the fruit of love again but you will have to wait".I waited anxiously, not knowing  it would come in the least expected way .The fruit of love came to my door with a smile, a pain and a moan wishing for the love my heart had to give.And my God reminded me that I had, what I had longed for, not of my womb but from my heart.My heart can't tell if you were born from my womb, if you have my same blood or my eyes my heart  only knows love,my heart loves equally .My heart only knows it has the same heartbeat called LOVE because you were born of my heart and the promise God gave me.

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