Unconditional love doesn't come from your love
Nor does it bloom within friends
Not even lovers who promised they would die for each other only to be left on seen, again
It's shown through a woman
Who feeds you full and cleans your clothes
Cradled and kissed you within her arms
Sang nursery rhymes when things went wrong
Dreamt of you since she was a little girl
like a star that came shooting down
As she sat down till midnight with droopy eyes, filling up pages of letters to form a word
She acts as a shadow, protecting you from a distance
From any danger in an instance
Would burn her hands to fill it with soup so you won't turn bad, frail or sad
Crying on a empty stomach is like death, wished upon her
At first glance, she knew that was love at hand
