I have no words to thank him enough
For all the favors he has done for me,
For all those times he has made me tough
Where on this earth such a person, we see?
Call him a door or a pillow
Or just a simple man,
He made me rise like the waves billow
As fast as they can,
What makes him different is the way he sighs
Because he has been working all day and night,
Nevertheless he cares for the people by
And tells them he’s fine and up for a drive.
He has all a girl would ever need
Dashing looks and a pure heart,
But this is what I want him to believe
He deserves a women who has an art
An art to help him make a life he dreams
And paint the walls like he weens,
A lovely daughter and a beautiful queen
To make his heaven full of colors and themes
He has a different way of seeing the world
All those dust and absurds,
He writes a poem and makes it impearled
Into something amazing you have never heard.
He is God’s best creation, I have ever seen
A real hero, a shining star,
And I am standing here, very keen
To watch him sparkle and go real far….