My love does shameful sins, but I cherished her.
My love is Ignorant, hard, and cruel, but I never gave up on her.
My love is a storm of emotions, a creature of peace, and a mother of all her orphans.
My love is my homeland. I digress in her streets with certainty and expectations.
My love is a matured princess, an angry storm, and a passionate mother, she breathed life, and her cavity is populated with martyrs.

Artwork from the mental ward.