19 July 2012
Her figure of perfectly placed curves,
You have to stop and observe,
She radiates a maternal feel,
Her eyes so deep so surreal.
She can be controlling and hard,
Shatter lives into shards,
But she does it so full of grace,
With a loving look on her face.
She's setting us up for a fall,
Mother nature you can be so cruel.
Opuss № I