The heart that abounds in love,
A mind that’s transgressed all prejudice,
An angel descended from heaven above,
Pure thoughts free from malice,

When trouble and anxiety
Takes their toll on me,
She lays her hand in mine,
In those soft and tender eyes I see –

Her life's precious youth all given up for me,
Her soul, the cross of suffering bore
Wakes me up bringing back the sanity
As I remind myself – “I shall cry no more!”

All my fears are laid aside
It’s her that life is worth moving on…

Can someone so pure and gentle be?
She is but, none other –
To the world a noble lady,
I pride to call her my mother!