My Love

She IS my
First Love
The only Love
The one Love
The Love
Of
my Life

She never says
She loves me
But
She knows
I know
She loves me
With
All her heart

I never say
I love her
But
I know
She knows
I love her
With
All my heart

When I’m naughty
She IS still nice
Only says to me
Be nice

When I’m hungry
She’s never angry
Nor shows me
Her dirty laundry

When I’m wise
She never acts
The wise vise
Nor shows me
Her wise vice

When I love
One, some or many
She never says
She owns me
Or I owe her

What she ever own
Always mine to the bone
For my trust is her thrown
She knows I’m no prawn

When I want
One thing or anything
She knows
It’s a need
She only shows
How to walk
Like a rock

AND

She never:

Counts the stock
Takes her talk
Watches the clock
Preys like a hawk
King bird that mock
Or
Ding bird that squawk

When I leave
Her last
I kiss her forehead
Her tears
Not one, not some
Who knows
How many
Like a
Flood…….

Warming and wetting
My cold and dry heart
As if…
Warning me of
Mourning the morning

In exactly
In years one
In months ten
I feel
Her last air
Fades into air

Now…

It’s everywhere
Like a
Living Life
With
Love alive
My Love
First Love
The one Love
The only Love
The Love
Of
My Life
The
Eternal Love
Of
My Mother
The Mother of
One,
Some,
Many;
ALL

My Mother, to me, so dear
You’re ever, to me, so near
Your Love keeps me steer
I’m NOW in many tear

NOT for I:

Feel any fear
Want more beer
Can not more cheer
See not any clear
Am in top gear
Feel like King Lear
Can not much queer
See wall and rear
Hold not more smear
Can not more veer
Wait not many year

BUT…

I want to
Kissper to her
Eternal eye

That

I am still
The one
The only one
Who
Learnt
How to love
ALL the way
She loves me

That

I’m still
The one
The only one
You can call
Your
BABY.

Sounds like katamari damacy