Love, a word, the meaning you are
Out of the blue, a magical star..
Vain is my life, without you
Each day your affection grew..
Yet, at times I took you for granted
On my hard days, you never deserted
Umbrella you were, when sorrows fell wholehearted..
Mystical creature you are, O’ mother!
Oscillates our lives around each other,
Mom, your care can’t match with any other!
This is a poetry form called Acrostic.. In this form the first letter of each verse forms the title of the poem..
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