'My child, - she said, - you're growing
By my warming heart,
Attentive ears and tender hands.
In fact, I know you better than your mother.
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It makes difficult to bear. Warming heart is childish in nature. Having friendship is good. This is brilliantly penned poem shared here...10
A nice poetic imagination, Ruslan. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks