i love singing and writing poems |
Looking at the air
smelling the sweet scent of nature...
There are times when only a Mother's love
Can understand our tears...
When you need a shoulder to cry on,
Remember that I have a warm embrace...
We stood in the doorway
his hands on my waist...
I never thought I'd ever learn to Love,
the way simple lovers do...
Your love and compassion will mean nearly to me as i said to you in heavan |