MOM

She is a fairy. 

Written in my diary

She is a hope.

That I can never let go

If I were a bird

I’ll fly as they used to fly. 

And she’ll be my wings.        

If not, I won't fly at all.

Love is a wish.

That never goes untouched.
But for me it's a mystery.

For mystery is a present disguised.

I wish she knew I’d die.
And fly only for her!
I’ll stand for her.
Even if the world is falling

I’ll stand until I drown in the love of yours.
I won't forget how much you love me