She!

That sacred feeling of love
Touches me deep inside somehow
The way I feel her touch
 Commands me not to say much!

The fragrence she spreads in the air
The kindness she puts to wear
My heart for it, is to tear
Its siilence I get to hear!

The moment I tread that lonely road
Her heart sets feet with me on board
For she misses my very sight
Her tears tell me every night!

The warmth which she holds me with
Sheds off my every myth!
She is so gentle! She is so pure!
I have my ailments; She is the cure!

You are the one whom I dote!
My words always miss this note
I should say that; though you already know
At your feet my heart will always bow!

The life of this rhyme is my Mother
These feelings can hold no other
That her feet are my worship-place
She owns me bit by bit trace by trace!