Every time I utter the words 'I love you' to this tremendously spectacular woman, it means so many things. But To truly explain the sentiments I have towards her is inevitably impossible to express with this pen or with any quantity of words. I'm initially from her, forever part of her and the connection we share will be forever infrangible. She'll forever love me unconditionally and I will the same, this mutual feeling will never be scathed by any negative foreign entity. In an indomitable manner she assures my safety, she will defend me while I'm vulnerable, shelter me when I'm exposed, guide me when I'm lost and support me when I'm in need of assistance. For rendering me these fundamentals of herself I've grown and matured into a figure she is satisfied and most pleased with. Now as a product, I've independently developed an impulsive obligation to her, I will defend her unconsciously, I will support her without a reason, and my convictions towards her are vehement and reinforced. She'll forever have my shoulder and I'll forever have her embrace, her happiness is my happiness, her pains are my pains, her sorrows are my sorrows, her struggles are my struggles. Though we share these blissful and mournful memories together, she conceals and alone burdens herself with the mournful moments keeping me untainted by such sadness and tragedies. I'll never be able to comprehend the toll of her sacrifices and as a result of this my gratitude is undying. My love, her love, our love, it's unified. I could safely put my life on the line that If ever the time or need to repeat this was necessary, I'm without a doubt certain she'll endure it to the very end again just for me. She's my idol, she's my sole source of this authentic love, my confidante, my friend and everything I need. She's my genesis, my host after I was created by God and from that very moment I would forever grow to love her. Until my final breath in this mortal world to the unknown existence of my soul somewhere our mind's logical and rational understanding will never understand, my heart remains untarnished.
Maybe by this she might get a vague but direct distinction of my feelings towards her. But none the less, it's just to make her understand an entity of my appreciation for everything she's done for me this far.
I love you and forever will mother...
----sentiments from your son
BINABASA MO ANG
Sentiments From Your Dear Son
PoetryIts the union I share with my mother that's oblivious to every other person in this world that makes it as delicate and as special as it is to me. She is the reason I am, what has been made possible through every good and bad moment of my life.
