FRE N ZRE
Of joy great, you two are my bundle.
You both, I love to kiss and cuddle.
That's the place, where I don't like any hurdle.
Love I do to become your pillow instead;
When, on my tummy, you rest your head.
Enjoy this shortage of space, I actually do, on the bed.
Love, always in the heart, seeks a space.
Around the heart, weaves it, a delicate lace.
Then, inside the heart, it settles, with Ahura's grace.
May our love forever live and thrive.
May it also, through many other hearts, dance n jive.
May it for ever and ever survive.
Aedoon baad.
Lovingly yours
Ma
Armin Dutia Motashaw
