The Well Of Love

No word of the following can describe her.
Nor all the sentenses in all over the world.
Indeed, she is more than a woman, her touch, her words, her eyes, her feeling, here love, all are different.
Mum is more than a word. I can't give enough words that fully describe this human being, who carries inside her a merciful hear, I can't find any heart like it.
I can remember how she brought me up, when I was a child, I can remember that heart,which helped me how to know the life, how to know the meaning of hope, of love!
I can remember that kind hand, which was close to me, with her touch, I feel that the whole world is mine!
If I say that she is a moon, then I'm wrong, actually, the moon may disapear, and go away, but my mother, will never ever disapear any way!
If I say that she is a flower, I'm also wrong, actually the flowers contain some thorns, but my mother doesn't!
So I can call her:
ALL MY LIFE!
So, when she disapears, I'll disapear too and I'll die quickly after her!