More beautiful than the Mona Lisa
your sepia portrait stands apart,
within my life each morn and night
entrenched within my aching heart.
Soft hair caressing a gentle face,
eyes alive with magical glow,
charm that 'launched a thousand ships'
my darling mother ~ I loved you so.
More treasured than you've ever been
in the hidden gallery of my mind...
sentiment grows, and nobody knows
that you are my secret so divine.
Your classical portrait ever will be
here at my bedside comforting me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem