To me, She is greater than love itself, To you, I'm sure You have the same feelings and emotions Towards the greatest soul on earth, Love itself kneels down in front her greatness And in front her sublimity, There is nothing pretty like her pretty love Because it's pure, true, and great, A mother is the love that sweeps all kinds Of love anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, To all of us, She is the brilliant guide and That greatest love it gives to everyone, Her warm giving beats all others' giving Because hers is distinguished and comes From the depths of her great heart, She is not anyone, but She is different in everything lovely, Everything is lovely if being touched By her pretty hands, so She is our wonderful love and she is The pretty symbol of maternity.
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