The woman I love looks like a rose
she is the woman I call my mother
even though she causes a lot of noise
but I can swear she makes my day better
she has a heart of an angel
and a mind of a hard working guy
she provides food on the table
and mostly it is always chicken pie
she kept me nine months in her womb
and forever in her heart
this love she carries to her tomb
her love will never fall apart
it makes me wanna cry
on the day I will have to say goodbye.
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Author:
israel puati (
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- Category: Love
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