one of the greatness book written in poetry:
When you look in the depths of your heart for sincere love and , for a warm embrace that has no counterpart, for a slender sensation , and a heart that gives without reward, you find that these qualities com together in one person in this world, the mother.
The most beautiful poetry about the mother:
In your hands grew up and in the warmth of your heart is a possibility... between your ribs I hid, and from your supper I bet .
My beloved mother: the heart will not be enough....
*If I write to satisfy you...And the soul will not be rewardedMy dear mother :
Creating the sea to embrace the wave of sand and rocks...
The sun shines to damage the warmth of deserts and the sea .... There are butterflies always with the thinest roses and flowers....
Um Bahri ... and Shams .... And bouquet bouquet ....
I need you Douma , I love you forever. Do not trust hearts except you . And the rocks do not soften except for you.
And the rocks do not soften except for your pleasure.....
You are the love.....
The paradise is under your feet ....
I love you mom ....
Good morning to you every morning ...
O coolest warmth, the most beautiful voice..
Alec every evening ....
You are the perfume of the evening .....
And the morning sun You are only...
The story of my eternal love , the first pulse...
And the thiiner heart of all roses ..
You like the lovers poems...
You only deserve it only ... All the tenderness ...
Mom , Good morning , all good.
I wish you a good night , and I will share with you a beautiful morning , I will be waiting for you in the morning , in the evening and at all times I hope you will be patient , I will enjoy my party with the look of your face in it ..
And the flood of feelings from you overflowing as always flooded us Suhail , collected plurals O mother and you have a full complement greatness , if I am engaged in the steps I am bound by your tenderness I have my way and my sorrow if I prevailed for a moment of love from you harry up , If I missed my father, O my mother , my hopes will pass away, and my mother will call you to my heart a flood my mother , you are the guide , and I see you if the speeches are resolved and the children are pregnant .
My mother was told that I was happy . Like my mother , O Lord , O Most High , Glorified , Glorified and Glorified
Glorified and Glory be to all our hearts...
Here's a V . Oh my mother ...
O flower in my body has grown , I know how tired of me , how much cry of pain caused to you , I know I lived in your gut ..
The largest ... And the largest..
How much I gave kisses of your lips saw ...
To lay my eyelids fill ... And draw sweet dreams ...
How much shed from the tears to Anaha and live in security , and the day of joy I do not forget the truthfulness of your personality .....
And on the day I do not know the way of oud , Mom .....
I will not forget the fear of your heartbeat ...
And the day I be in your view ....
Inclusion to your chest ...
And the sound of your breath...
I live trance age with you....
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Thank you
Amelia,