Gulf of love, Abysm of care
A day's glare, a nights flare
A thing softly tied of ironware
Her painstaking is yet unmatchable
Rare is flawed, usually impeccable
Behold her as endless & immortalise
And witness the feeling of paradise
Who said, she is a God gifted?
you know, she is a God itself.
Dear God, your legacy is in danger
She isn't just a mother,
You created your impinger.