Deep and dark,
Blue and royal,
In her eyes,
She holds a mystery.
A mystique secret,
Bold and sensual,
She sings a song,
One longs to hear.
Gentle and Delicate,
Soft and Sweet,
She holds a sensual touch,
In her hands.
With love and delight,
The sleepless nights,
The soft touch,
Of the gentle kiss.
Her love and affection,
Filled my life,
With colours of joy,
And made me what I am.
To you,
Dear mom.
