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In the cradle of her arms, love's tender embrace,
A mother's devotion, a sacred space,
With each breath she breathes,
With each beat of her heart,
She weaves a tapestry of love, a timeless art.
In the quiet moments, when the world is still,
She whispers lullabies, her touch a gentle thrill.
Her sacrifices unspoken, her strength unseen,
In her eyes, a universe of love, serene.
Through sleepless nights and endless days,
She walks the path of love in countless ways.
With every smile, every tear she wipes away,
She molds a future bright, come what may.
In the echo of her laughter, in the warmth of her embrace,
A mother's love shines, a beacon of grace.
For in her selfless giving, in her endless care,
Motherhood blooms, love beyond compare.
So here's to the mothers, the guardians of love,
Whose hearts beat as one with the heavens above.
In their embrace, we find solace, we find peace,
For in motherhood, love finds its release.
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