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To the woman I loved first

I knew her even before the day I was born,

in my heart I know she's there.

But when I finally met her,

I cried and shout for joy

for she was the most beautiful and strong woman I ever met,

It was love at first sight.

 

Holding your hands for the first time feels like heaven.

I love the touch of your hair whenever I rest my head upon your shoulder.

And when it's time for me to rest,

your hands are my cradle and your scent is my lullaby.

 

I know at times I made you cry

for I was adamant and senseless but you never cared.

Instead,  you kept on loving me and that made me change.

Right then I loved you even more until my last breath.

 

There are times I want to let go,

then you set me free knowing I would go back to you and never will I ever go.

Your embrace is my comfort

and your sweet kiss is my surprise.

 

Grace, that is what you are to me.

Love, that is what you gave to me.

I may have love many but MAMA you are the first woman I ever loved.

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