Love her as in childhoodThrough feeble, old and grey. For you’ll never miss a mother’s loveTill she’s buried beneath the clay. A mother's love is a blessingNo matter where you roam. Keep her while you have her, You'll miss her when she's goneQuote by Francis McCourt about mother, love, childhood, old, olderness
My love is crashing under its weight, a lily-white light in the clay body.Quote by Dumitru Găleşanu about love