Your embrace felt like roses; your touch as warm rain
Your smile like sunshine
and if friendship could sing.
Like dew drops collecting, as when laughing begins
is this care that I’m carrying for you,
Between sunsets and memories, there begins something to stir.
Between poets and melodies, a new life has emerged.
Like sweetness, aromas; like heartbeats and cheers
A heart of forgiveness now brings me,
I dare, can I taste it? Can I hear it begin?
Can I feel its sweet delicacy? Can I see it take wing?
Not, I could mock, to a lover I sing.
But one mother will do.
My mother, my heart.
I think I too love, though you’ve loved from my start.