Love of Mother, Love of Country

Burning inside there are two flames I am devoted to and none is of a lesser or a greater degree that the other: I definitely love them both; nurtured by virtue, assured by unbreakable trust, I foresee they can shorten the longest road with little effort: whether it be dark or bright, all must be won or lost! The face of intense gentleness that I deeply revere is that vigilant angel walking near me to prevent any harm I may succumb to anywhere and anytime! The beautiful flag I swore allegiance to gladly flaps and assures me I will be protected by her always; one flame is maternal love, the other national pride! Anyone who tries to convince me to betray them is is a foe trampling under my feet; who put life into this blood is to be loved eternally until it can't flow anymore and that flame is hotter than the shimmering sun unable to melt the thick ice on my solitary path: never will winter's wind wind freeze my skin and blur my vision on my travels. I'm very fortunate to have known the tenderness from my mother's humble soul and the valorous spirit instilled by my country's profoundness of ideals; one gave me birth, the other gave me a proud heart.