In the quiet hours of dawn, she rises, Her gentle touch, a soothing balm, Through every storm, her love disguises,…
In the quiet corners of our world, she stands, A gentle force, a whisper in the night, Guiding with hands…
In the quiet corners of the night, Where shadows dance with whispered sighs, A motherâs voice, sharp as plight, Echoes…
In the quiet moments, I see her face,Her gentle smile, a warm embrace.Her whispers guide me through the night,A beacon…
In the quiet dawn, your presence shines, A beacon of hope in the darkest night. Mother of mercy, pure and…
In the cradle of words, she softly speaks, A language that dances on gentle breezes, Her voice, a melody that…
In the cradle of her arms, the world feels whole, A gentle touch that mends the heart and soul. Her…
In the quiet hours, where shadows play, I seek the warmth of yesterday. Her gentle voice, a guiding light, Now…
In the soft glow of morning light, Her whispers guide my dreams, A gentle touch that knows no end, In…
In the gentle whisper of her love, She wraps me in a soothing embrace, Her heart, a compass guiding me,…