Having her call you sweet names,
Pet you like a Pomeranian puppy,
Throw kisses of hope to your purpose.
Placing her Doey hair on your chest
Crying about the ocean in your arms
Looking at you with her Roey eyes
I mean, what could be better?
These all be pleasant, if you know:
Love ain't for mercantile, but it's a skill.
Its not based on feelings, but on ability
It doesn't seek comfort, but it seeks to help.
Its a skill you have to learn,
Its not based on maturity,
You don't search for it, it find you when it is ready
So brethren; let us be en route finding growth and purpose;
And stop the frenzy love search.
Happy mother's day mothers
They are the purest form of love.
Chryss.
