(Happy mother's day)
Dear American lover,
I know I don't have
the voice like Micheal
Jackson, but I surrender to
the comeliness of your voice.
Beloved white skinned
lover,let the purity of your
love pass through my soul
and let me feel its greatness.
They saw wrinkles on your
skin, but I saw lots of pretty
dimples and immense beauty.
They said you're aged and
fade-out, but I said my eyes
saw agility and maturity.
Dear American lover, I know I
have no golden wealths like
Bill Gates, but I have fiona
and flora of love in my heart
to give to you.
Give me your trust and I
shall install it on my young
agiled and poetic heart.
Dear American lover, let us
take a love flight to the United
States; Maryland where your
umbilical cord slid away from.
Come and take me away to
your heart where I shall dwell
in there forever.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
(Happy mother's day)
Dear American lover,
I know I don't have
the voice like Micheal
Jackson, but I surrender to
the comeliness of your voice.
Beloved white skinned
lover,let the purity of your
love pass through my soul
and let me feel its greatness.
They saw wrinkles on your
skin, but I saw lots of pretty
dimples and immense beauty.
They said you're aged and
fade-out, but I said my eyes
saw agility and maturity.
Dear American lover, I know I
have no golden wealths like
Bill Gates, but I have fiona
and flora of love in my heart
to give to you.
Give me your trust and I
shall install it on my young
agiled and poetic heart.
Dear American lover, let us
take a love flight to the United
States; Maryland where your
umbilical cord slid away from.
Come and take me away to
your heart where I shall dwell
in there forever.
This poem is dedicated to all our mothers in this world. I celebrate with you all a happy mother's day.
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