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When Mother wears the mark of motherhood.
You're as i dreamed you:
Bold, merry, salutary
yet love-hungry.
You, my first love, my nurturer,
you caress me with tenderness
you sooth and smooth me
with a lovesong
embalmed with honey
laden with wisdom.
Mother cuddle me in your arms
infuse me with your spirit
lull me with the lyrics
of your lovesong!
Your motherhood
strikes a music
in the vortex of my heart
composes immortal verses
in living praise of you!
Your face glows like a virgins-
an affinity to innocence.
Through the creative lences
i see the beauty
of your lost virginity.
May God preserve your dignity
May He shower you with empathy
so that you may stay
in places of light
where flowers bloom
under a beautifull sun!
Your mark of motherhood
like scented flowers
smells of fragrance
breaks the spell
of evil wind.
Within the blossoms
under your bossom
i hide my fears, the agony
the strife of my heart.
