and my sister

She is always in love,
Since she was one,
There was always a doll, boy, flowers, good weather,
She's loved so much.
Now she has husband, all about him,
When you talk to her,
The world is sparkling blue,
Blue is boys color.
And she grew up without father, on the phone, a few minutes hiding on the street, so mom wouldn't say anything.
Some woman told her, what are you going to do, you will look for old men,
My sister married a younger man, loves our father,
If  its not about cooking, love, health, children,
She wouldn't even talk.
All about love for her...