• Mother, sweetest Mother, can any compare to thy beauty?
    For thou lookest beyond transgressions, and go above thy duty.
    Though one may deserve a swift kick in the booty!

    For unlike a rose in mid-spring, whose glory fades with Fall,
    Thine heart is one of gold, incorruptible, and giving to all,
    Beautiful outwardly, beautiful inwardly no matter what may befall.

    To thy heart of gold doth I make my appeal,
    And plead my case, though the charge is real,
    Pierced to the heart, am I, with a blade of steel.

    Do not forsake me, nor turn your face in anger,
    Leave me not in a world devoid of thy love; a stranger.
    But forgive me, and I shall protect thee with my life from all danger.

    I love thee, though these words, I am undeserving to say,
    But you are my beacon shining in the dark, a constant lovley ray,
    So I shall repeat these words to thee each and every day.