In the pale moonlight I can see your handsome face,
I can feel my heartbeat begin to race.
A face in which I adore from day to day,
And your tender kindness never turns me away.
For our love is deeper than the deepest sea,
And our love will forever be.
YOU ARE READING
My Mother's Words
PoesiaWhen my mother was younger, she wrote all the time. Poems, stories, you name it, she loved it. She had two notebooks filled entirely of those, she gave them to me and now I'm going to give them with you!
