I Admire Inner Beauty
What of more beautiful than the donation of the life
What of higher than the self-sacrifice
What of higher than to be a mom
A mom gives and receives the enjoyment of her children
A mom looks and does not count
A mom looks and nobody sees it
The woman who gives birth is as the sun
Which sprays the wheatfield a summer day
So that the grain grows, so that the bread is
The woman who gives birth her, spares no effort
Her children are as the wheat, him will become bread
This bread is the bread of the life and the life will be their bread
The mom near her children keeps an eye on them
Take them by the hand on the road of the life
Take them by the hand to teach them the life
The mom is there, she looked of her body
Every day, she offers her soul, her heart and her hands
Every day, the other small hands take the mom's hands
The hands of a mom are as the ocean
Vast for her youngs, vast for her gifts
The hands of a mom are as the ocean
Who concern her children the road of the Life.
What of higher than the self-sacrifice
What of higher than to be a mom
A mom gives and receives the enjoyment of her children
A mom looks and does not count
A mom looks and nobody sees it
The woman who gives birth is as the sun
Which sprays the wheatfield a summer day
So that the grain grows, so that the bread is
The woman who gives birth her, spares no effort
Her children are as the wheat, him will become bread
This bread is the bread of the life and the life will be their bread
The mom near her children keeps an eye on them
Take them by the hand on the road of the life
Take them by the hand to teach them the life
The mom is there, she looked of her body
Every day, she offers her soul, her heart and her hands
Every day, the other small hands take the mom's hands
The hands of a mom are as the ocean
Vast for her youngs, vast for her gifts
The hands of a mom are as the ocean
Who concern her children the road of the Life.
By:
FreeGemini
Age:
41-45
,
Male
