My mothers love
My mothers love what a sight to behold,
her love is more precious than silver and gold.
It has a sort of soft kind touch that simmers in my heart like a dove, she is the women from all the rest that I will always love.
My mother love is great in life its been there by my side, And when she pass away someday her love will never die.
I know how it feels when loves under stress for the heart feels like a maze,
but her love finds it way out showering me always.
My mothers love is spiritual_ I feel it in the wind, it will be so for all time until Jesus walks again.
I love my mother with all my soul I show it in every way, since it is a loving time I'll show her on mothers day.
I thank God for blessing her from the great kingdom above, He has sent down the greatest Angel who shows
My mothers love.
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Holychildposted on 05/08/2008
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