Arm In Arm Poem by Aram Stefanian

My guardian spirit is wistful and taciturn:
He doesn't say nada about days to come.
Am I for ever destined to crash and burn?
How I wish he could help me read my palm.
He seems to be hopelessly in love with me
And suffers silently from that unrequited love.
His acute vision will enable him to see
What I should do when push comes to shove.
With him we'll remain inseparable pals:
His angelic duty is to guard me from harm.
I watch him say a prayer as he on his knees falls.
Together, in heaven we'll be walking arm in arm.