O ,the most beautiful lady that I hath,Â
She is the reason for my breath ,Â
Look at the sun with clear and shine ,Â
She is the person who relief my pain,Â
She holds me from my young age ,Â
It was my life beautiful page ,Â
Want to know who she is,
In the end of the poem the truth reveals,Â
Let’s find out the “she” ,
Who is always works like a bee,Â
The answer is my momÂ
Who is the queen of our home,Â
A beauty without harm,Â
Who is always bright and charm .Â
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