What miracle made this foundling.

Was it love?

Was it fate?

Was it lust?

Was it the bonding of creatures?

Like the animals conjugating?

Propagating the species

To make small versions.

Is it love or just

the nature of this universe?

a force that makes lust

devour will.

False love

to make the seeds flower.

What is this foundling, Love?

What is this outcast?

This orphan,

this waif of life.