a mother's love

A mother ‘s love

That crystal thing that tells a story

From the day you were born ,

a lady who I’d  rather

In a beggars corner, naked with as my

cloth when I am around she is like water in

the desert of my heart

nothing in this world  can buy a

mothers love, she is my mirror

when I need a reflection

I’d rather be with her in my shadow

Or be buried as the same hole as hers

She is the contents of who I am

and the index

Of what I have done , she is every history

Book, she is the only one who

Understands who I am

She is the words in poetry the sound

In music , the colours in a painting

She the only one who planted a seed

In my heart to grow in my sole

when I am around

She could a lots of water in lakes

She is the rose that every man need

From her red parted lips like inspiration

I admire the life she has gave to me

Even billions can never afford her love