And Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

My happiness depends on your love;
Dreams and goals would not have a meaning
If by you I was not found.
When I stumble, you let me fall;
Longing for me to learn
the true meaning of life.
You bring me bundles of joy
You are a sympathy lord.
Longing for me to know
how nurturing feels.
You internally and mentally make me strong.
You're a creature that I ceased to understand.
You're a spirit that seizes every moment,
You give to me what I longed to receive.