Through windows of my soul

                I, the Flower has no grumblings. No tears left to lament. Just a deep wounded heart, Made by the calamities around. Smack by the wind brutally, Wet me in the course of rain, Blown me off to part of a strange place, Now no where I am. I'm blooming for none. I fetch twinkle to all phiz, But no one make me grin from ear to ear. I'm likewise from the day one And never gonna change. When all is said and done, All will be longing for this precious Flower.

The Love I felt at birth. The Love which is timeless and worth. The moment I opened my eyes, Tears of Love filled windows of my soul. Her Love like chocolate, Melts in care. It's sweeter and smoother, At times more than chocolate. She takes care of me, Like clouds that cuddle The Sun in a cotton bundle. She keeps me warm, My Sun That I can hold close sans getting burned Jolly she is, Eternally blooming just for me. As each day draw to an end, She leaves me with millions of moments to tend. Love,Love,my Love Nothing can equal a mother's Love. I pray to the eyes above, "Let this Love Lodge with me, Forever"