She is both the sun & the moon.

She watches over me.
She has seen things that no other living soul has seen.
She’s the keeper of the untold truth between my tongue and teeth.
She heard the agony in my screams, as tears poured down my face.
She’s the holder of everyone's tainted confessions, cloaked conversations, ethereal memories and souls basking in each other’s presence.

She is both the sun & the moon.

A mother's love is a different type of love.
A love that you will want to keep forever.
The woman that made me strong, courageous, ambitious and fearless.

A woman who showed me that even though in a world full of man you can and will stand out.
A woman who showed me that no matter how hard life got, you will need to put your feet down, head up, and walk out stronger than you were before.

Even though we're as different as water and oil mixed together, it's somehow perfect just like blooming flowers on the first day of spring.

No one will ever match her type of love that she has given me.

Even though one day she will rest.
I want to make sure that the time that we have left will be the best.

A man he claims.
A man he is not.

A man who looks in the mirror.
A man who convinces himself he’s God.

A man who pretends.
Is a man of myths.

Who is the man when he is without her?
A man who deceives and betrays.

A man who shouts he loves her.
Is a man who is devoted to her.
But he is a man who will sleep with another.
Thinking that he could recover.

Yet, he is nothing but a man who simply breaks faith.

A man who lies to himself,
Is simply a man of dishonesty to every breathing soul.

He is only a fool who writes scripts to save his own face.