Finding one like you, my dear,
searching in lands far and near;
is in vain, that being clear.

For, all on earth
and in heaven,
not a soul to match
you, in affection.

When we walk arm in arm,
feel our love with a new charm
no words on earth; can say
the mirth of our silent play.

Earthly beauties of all kind
seldom hold me in a bind.
All of them to me remind
the beauty of your love divine,
making my darkest hour to shine.

You, on whom I could lean
share my own self with ease,
all my frown would cease,
I smile like the tender cheese.

The touch of your gentle hand
is that of a magic wand
giving me the grit to stand,
grinding all stones to sand
crushing all tragic strands.

The smile on your lovely face
with all it’s elegant grace,
chases sorrow out of trace
brings gay back to place
making me win the race.

You have given me words of power,
during my days of shear.

You are… an inspiring flare
giving me love and care.

The star of my sky,
pulling me high and high,
You are…
…my mother!