My dear little friend, I know well,
I can’t be your mum, similarly sister,
Any girlfriend or will not be wife,
Also, I know well, I can’t see you,
I can’t meet you, I can’t touch you,
Because I’m only your angel, as you told,
But if you were anywhere,
I’m always thinking,
If I could, hold your face on my chest,
If I could touch your head motherly,
I can feel you that much,
I can read your innocent eyes.
Really, I hear your Voice of heart,
When you are crying, Cried me too a lot,
Because you belong my hea