The intentions of mom and dad
To teach life’s best fad
But actions breathe pain like a criminal,
Soul tattooed with abuse, a love so divisible
Back scarred like Christ the Lord
Except mom was no Virgin Mary, and God was ignored
But for every action, there’s an opposite reaction,
Just look for the girl in the crowd with a sparkle in her eyes,
Like the moon proclaiming at an unearthly height, a lover’s disguise,
In her even monochrome, beauty, and curving line of imperturbable serenity,
Bringing heaven’s fresh fragrance to a man’s heart through the sun’s amenity,
As even in the darkest moment,
Happiness can be found
Blessed is you, Mona Lisa, to love
As no one has the best intentions like the man above
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem