John's Letters

People thought she’s not that kind
She often smiles and hides what’s in her mind
She is a mother with a lot of cares
Only a child can feel the love she wears

In her eyes are the beauties of serenity
Though dim yet full of curiosity
In a grassy place beneath the window
She stands alone in light pure shadow

When I cried she cries with me
She‘s telling me it’s going to be ok
She tapped my back and offers me a smile
What a home while I’m in a mile

In the end of my dreams she always waits
Teaching me to love the things I hate
In this short life of mine I will create
Something that will make her the ultimate