Loving Touch

there something euphoric that made me fell out my wheelchair 

never met somebody like him it felt like falling in a dream 

when fell for him and i didnt mind it a bit 

never have i seen an angelic soul like his 

the statue wore like an god 

and i like how you made me fell like a princess

when i felt like i wore a freaking mess 

how you help me dress when i couldnt handle it 

and i really like that you became my personal stylist 

and makeup artist - how you touch my upper lip 

with gloss and i like how you made me all fancy 

because i felt a bit debbie downer with a bald skull

but you got that healing touch that everyone in your line of work

who really can handle a crises , the madness with hospitals 

and i guess thats why i begin to write this poems 

what happened in retirement , when i become to heaven sent

but for me it wore perfect ...