Your cold rejection struck like icy hands
Go back to Norway, you are banned
No more with British women may you toy
You ,sacrilegious, broke the heart’s own law
Go back to where the seals play in the wild
The icycles are cold and I’m with child
I shall keep this infant though you’ve left
Women understand the warp and weft
Nature in its cruelty I detest
Infertile women walk abject and crushed
Giving birth can change a woman’s soul
And exact an unknown ,hellish toll
My child was dead but then awoke for me
The jewelled heart, the soul,divinity
How my heart speaks 