The typed words of an angel appear on my screen,
Sending love and kindness though she's never seen.
Like gentle music played on a harp,
Her words reach me, heart to heart.
She lives far away, across the earth,
Yet she has broken through my walls of mistrust.
She believes in people, in every person's worth,
Caring for whoever and wherever they've been.
When hope fades and I surf the web at night,
She can appear, restoring my spirit and fight.
Her words are filled with wisdom, love, and light,
Leaving a spark that lingers, soft and bright.
When I self-destruct, crash, or fall,
She whispers, "Stop. I will pull you through it all."
I'm not the easiest to understand or know,
Yet slowly, with her guidance, I begin to grow.
Sometimes I wonder if she's still there,
Then she reappears, proving her love and care.
She helps many—though I'm the awkward pest—
A living angel, precious, and truly the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely said Micron, Kindness can go along way