The women; stubborn, curious and mocky.

The man; strong, couragous, and cocky.

Without any moderation, it could be a deadly combination.

As if Lucifer had been reborn, and struck you with a thorn.

At times the pain cuts you like a knife, and you feel you’ve been damned for life.

But then the Angel appears, and you forget your fears.

Then a smile comes about, and you never had a doubt.

That life was not a curse, and it hasn’t been the worst.

With each and every tear, remember you brought me hear.

The perfect child born in spring.

The perfect child, no such thing.