For "MOM"

   Fragrant rice bow, put it inside scoop. 

The smell of "love" flawless clarity. Every word, every cent of his personal representative. The Garland, "I say" worship and bow.
How many tens of thousands grace of somebody else. May imply a comparison of resistance values. But grace, "one drop of mother's milk," the three worlds are artificial ... holds up yet.
I can not say this statement mean Or sort of Pojana the invention. To describe this God as "infinite." Thus it "gratefulness" forever.
One word "love" I love her even less. The appraised value of any gemstone. But my song ... "love one" of the heart. It is not a "love child" not eternal. "I love MOM"