Born was a child, a female
So shy, but strong
Fragile to words
U breakable to force
A child waiting to be born,
But slips along the way
For an angel always watching over
Another child waiting to be born,
Joining the other angel
Born was a child, a male
Always guarding the female
Balancing what the female needed
They were total opposites
Ying and yang
But they are never lost with their angels
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