My Diamond
Her lips as red as roses,
eyes as lovely as emeralds
A smile as white as pearl,
and a heart that glows like precious diamonds
She is like the midnight sky,
the diamond's twinke in her eye
She blankets me with her love
and holds so much to gaze above
My mother
My precious gift
My diamond
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