Unborn Child

We made love
He loved me, I loved him
We both had feelings
We both were mad
We flew in that love
We were mature,
We knew the results
But for the moment,
All we forgot
When we both heard
The voices of wind chime
Was this a crime?
That happened at sometime,
We lost loads of days
In the memory of those sweet days
Then the moment came
When we realized the mistake
Then that love became crime
Then no more was sweet that wind chime
We both killed our love,
It was dying in front of mine
Our eyes with drops of wine
We both cried and asked to society
Was this really a crime?
As now our love was dying
Slowly slowly dip in blood
An unborn child with
Heavy hurt I flushed