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