To The Woman I Love Most Poem by sidney hall (The Mad Poet)

From the day we met, she kissed me
She held me in her perfect way
With a warmth that even the sun could not provide
I felt wanted, loved and alive

Her affection was never measured out
Nor with held but given as a gift more precious than gold
I could not to this day find any fault in her
No matter how hard I tried, her smile was her seal of perfection

She was an artist at everything she did for me
And the picture she painted with caring and passion
Is a place I remember and dearly miss
My world was her purpose, my success her happiness

I remember she knelt before me as if to worshiped me
And I think in her way she did
She bathed me and spoke words coated with honey
I have never felt so secure and safe when I was with her

If only I could have the power to feel her tender ways once more
I know I would be complete until the end of my days
For she is an irreplaceable treasure
A woman I cannot find in any other or compare her qualities

All I can say now is Thank you Lord for this angel I met
And I know I will see her again.
Thank you for My Mum