Egg Hunt

Beauty of the flesh
For the eyes to behold
Morals so cold
The story of birth, two in love
Making way for their child
A beautiful dove
Can there be any more glory
In loves true story
I will have no other
Just one mother
The egg of birth which belongs to me
Only fertilized by the father to be

A web auction of models eggs brought this to me. Vanity is alive in America but at what Price?