MOTHER'S LOVE


The heart made to love ,
The smile made to cherish 
The nature made to help,
The attitude of solemn apt
Is the one for whom I'm gonna discuss. 

The one who shares her joy,
The one who hides her tears 
The one who gives pleasure for gains,
The one who reserves her pains 
Is the one for whom I'm gonna discuss.
Is somebody who finds joy in all the mess,
Is somebody who fulfills for others except for herself. 
Is somebody who can donate her happiness. 
Just for the sake of somebody else 

Is the one who is;
Much more greater than the word great 
 Her love's deeper than the word deep ,
Her heart's wider than the word wide,
Her description much more than the word itself. 
Is none other than a Mother! 
To whom I'll always be a debtor for her love ,
Is none other than a Mother !
To whom I'll always be a creditor of her love! 
My love my mother.


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