My tiny ears,first and foremost
Heard the beats of your heart,
Followed,it as my cue ever since
Turns the rosary,a million times
your eyes brimming with tears and heart with love,each breath I take is fruit of your prayers.
Even a pillow,that has your smell
is a bliss on doomsday.
Brewed,me not in to a light blank coffee but into a strong one.
Prompted,to try,not to give up;
Melted,yourselves in kin of hardship,to make me a shining sword!
No juggler,can surpass your way of balancing being
and a teacher.
Owe you the most beautiful woman in the world,all credits
For making me who I'm today.