Poem No. 8

One god couldn’t made you,

he needed a crew,

cause it was the only one

impossible challenge for him to do.

Thousands and thousands days,

spent the creatures from space,

to create this miracle and perfection,

always ready for action.

They sent you here,

life to feel,

demons to kill,

to cure the ill,

to bring a will,

holes to seal,

to pay a bill,

Nile to fill,

vanity to peel,

with Lucifer to deal,

make a home real,

and people chill.

So many tasks,

with people hiding behind their masks,

make it harder, bigger

and evil trigger.

When I first time saw this beautiful creation,

I thought it was imagination.

I couldn’t believe my eyes,

that our world got the biggest prise.

So soft and fragile,

you are not born for evil pile.

I decided that you are my responsibility,

to protect you, is my special ability.

When you came into my life,

inside me, my soul cut evil with the knife.

You are my biggest gift,

for you, I’ll mountains lift.

My soul, mind and heart,

you made pure,

your look and touche are nature cure,

one thing I’m 100% sure.

Your wings are amazing,

for success they are chasing.

Carrying all of us,

and through evil make pass.

You are sharing goodness and kindness,

never less. Without you,

this would be a mess,

to my life, you give a sense.

Wherever you pass, there is always a laugh,

cause you are cute like Olaf.

And please, your beauiful hair never cut,

you’re my sweet little donut.