Ballad of a Mother's Heart by Jose La Villa Tierra

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.

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