The mother who kisses her child’s nose,
Like a dewdrop falls on a rose,
That is love.
The father who lets her stumble and learn
Like a spider climbing up the wall of a tavern,
That is love.
The brother who wipes her precious tears
Blows away her entangled fears,
That is love.
The sister who fights for the mirror and dress
But gives up her love, for her happiness.
That is love.
The lover who drowns in the depth of her eyes
Like a pebble sinking in a sack of rice.
That is love.
The friend who lets her hair down with her,
Like the careless wind carrying a leaf-ladder,
That is love.
The child who keeps her on her toes running,
Like the water in an eddy, spiralling,
That is love.
God who gave her this litchi garden
Made her heart soften and skin harden,
That is love.
She, who is grateful for this wonderful treasure,
For letting her be a child, sister, friend, wife, mother,
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