Odd But Beautiful Poem by Miguel Torres

Her hands are cold, but are very soft.
One eye is closed, but it shows alot.
She is a mystery; a mystery I love.
When I'm around her I'm free,
As free as a dove!
Is she from heaven above, or from down below?
To tell the truth I may never know!
Wherever she is from, it doesn't matter to me.
As long she can live happily.
She has had it rough throughout the years,
And whenever she is ready I'll be all ears.
She told me she has nightmares and fears,
And I'll always be there for her to kiss away the tears.
Her nickname for me is Miggy, and she likes to bite.
Her favorite animal is the piggy, and it's more than alright!
I believe she's an angel, an angel who chose me.
Everything happens for a reason, whatever the reason may be.
She's extraordinary, because she's hard not pitiful.
She's perfect for me, because she's odd but beautiful.