Perfect Love

Perfect Love
Form: Saraband Sonnet

She is a mystery to me
Just how she does it all and some
Being all things, she needs to be
Whatever gets thrown in the mix
She hears my pain both big and small
As she finds that emotional fix
So, I can stand and stand up tall
Her perfect love every day
Seems fearless when crying my tears
I know she loves me anyway
And I wonder how she does it
Her love seems a bottomless pit
As she makes me smile when I’m glum
And I am grateful for my mum


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