She fears love as much as She fears Death,
In any case, those feelings of dread are nothing when I came.
She could feel my heart, as much as I feel hers.
I could hear their voices.
Her desolation and sobs.
She contact me I will always remember how warm her hands were.
She let me know, "I can feel your pulse"
"Yet, child, Im sorry mother needs to stop it"
I could feel the agony in her voice.
She was not prepared for having me.
However, on the off chance that my demise will fulfill her.
At that point mother, I need you to know.
I love you, till the last beat of my heart.
What's more, ideally in my next life.
I'll get the opportunity to see your face.
Also, feel your embrace.
Farewell mother, I love you.