in plentasilve of my thoughts....
day and night i wrote...
i wrote about hope....
i wrote about witches mope...
i never say to my writings nope....
for her i write...i write holding ink so tight....
i believed that love of mine..is all of same kin'...
every child loves her mother....its nothing to be bother....
but in her every word..i feel she is saying i love you my kiddo...
she is way to my all thoughts....she is the paper,the ink and the keys...which make my poems to flee.....
i never want to became any person in new.....only i need her smile brew...
let once again i want the world to know..hahh she love me too......