She is the beauty of the day
Her smile opens the noon
Her laughter brightens the night.
She is the first beauty that bestowed my eyes
Her warm smile greeted my face in first sight
Her eyes are the spectre of bliss.
When she laughs, the world ***
Her face has the rainbow' colours
I will write my name on her temple.
Her smile is the stillness of life rage
A calm ambience of warming tenderness
Calm enough to hear the whispers of angels.
She is the verses of poetry on my lips
Edifying humans future through purity
She is love to whom love is love to.
Her tongue is the seas and the oceans of truth
The golden cherubem clothed in holiness
A juicy saint created beyond description.
Her heart as immaculate as the white horses of the sky
A cushion of love that house me till eternity calls
She hold the key to the inner court of me.
She is the beauty of the day I was born
She a mother, a teacher; and a mediator
Standing between me and my chi above.
If you see mother at the market square
Tell her that her son is writing a letter;
A letter that will change her life forever.
If you come face to face with her
Tell her she is a demi-god
Adored In the eyes of her son.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
She is the beauty of the day
Her smile opens the noon
Her laughter brightens the night.
She is the first beauty that bestowed my eyes
Her warm smile greeted my face in first sight
Her eyes are the spectre of bliss.
When she laughs, the world ***
Her face has the rainbow' colours
I will write my name on her temple.
Her smile is the stillness of life rage
A calm ambience of warming tenderness
Calm enough to hear the whispers of angels.
She is the verses of poetry on my lips
Edifying humans future through purity
She is love to whom love is love to.
Her tongue is the seas and the oceans of truth
The golden cherubem clothed in holiness
A juicy saint created beyond description.
Her heart as immaculate as the white horses of the sky
A cushion of love that house me till eternity calls
She hold the key to the inner court of me.
She is the beauty of the day I was born
She a mother, a teacher; and a mediator
Standing between me and my chi above.
If you see mother at the market square
Tell her that her son is writing a letter;
A letter that will change her life forever.
If you come face to face with her
Tell her she is a demi-god
Adored In the eyes of her son.
