Hold her hand
And say you are not only real friend
But protector too
In a delicate phase to pass through
If such assurance is given
She may turn home into heaven
As you then shall stand supreme in her eyes
With no more worries to tackle or try
Life is such wonderful things
That may pose many hurdles
But with her help a dedication
It must weave in unforgettable relation
We all sometimes err
Crate unnecessary fear
Treat with inhuman nature
And cause pain which ears may refuse to hear
Let us drive chariot cautiously
As it is the only hope that is carried rigorously
The children watch it with keen interest
And we try to deliver our best
Very lovely. 16 minutes ago by Sarah Jensen | Reply
The children watch it with keen interest And we try to deliver our best
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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