Dear Alistair,
I am your maid
You are my master
And you've proven that
Our love is a disaster
Oh, I wished you would've
Explain the "situation" to me
So I could know that
From our love
You didn't flee.
I've made my decision
This child I will keep
I'll love it like no other
I'll be a damn good mother
With or without you
I will go on
You cast your thunder clouds
Don't get mad at the storm.
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
