I was asked to write about my mother
My dear mother, the dearest of my dearest
My soul..my confidant..my best friend
I was asked to write about her. ...
This is what I vow;
He shall have my heart to keep,
Sweetly will we stir and sleep,
All the years, as now.
Swift the measured sands may run;
Love like this is never done;
He and I are welded one:
This is what I vow.
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