Mother's Love: A Souvenir

As the aurora of the crimson morn; you enlighten my soul,

Empowering my subtle form; you drive me to my goal.

Tis a blissful world of men; soulful zephyrs blow,

Your gracious arms have brought me here with a sublime glow.

I celebrate each day on earth wearing life of mirth,

I celebrate every single year; the holy day of my birth.

Best in class is what I call; your tenderness brims my heart,

You have sculpted my crude soul with your divine art.

I feel you are an inherent part of the eternal Lord of strength, 

I want you by my mortal life throughout the mundane length.

Wands of Kratos must shower his grace onto your solemn soul,

And you shall be a perpetual silhouette till the final goal.

Every flame that sprinkles love must illume your human life,

Power and joy must embellish your days of mundane strife.

You breathe in peace for a thousand years; being adored by all,

Tis what oft I pray to skies; tis what reigns my call.

Being the deity of empyreal bliss; you are a divine soul, 

You bring me elixirs from the clouds filled in a tinselled bowl.

Ensuring happiness in my miles; you protect me from all storms,

I long to have you in all births; in this motherly form.