It is not that anyone
Loves you for yourself alone
And not your winsome eyes.
It is not that anyone
Loves you for yourself alone
And not your well set teeth.
It is not that anyone
Loves you for yourself alone
But not your troublesome hair.
It is your mother alone who
Loves you for yourself alone
Even with repelling features.
Without mother all are orphans.
01.09.2000
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