God took a new set of cards from his shelves,
And he began to shuffle the it
He named it Andres,
The hand pulled out a card which etches
"Life" and placed it at the bottom,
Instantly, the man started to breathe.

He took another card and formed his appearance
Arranging everything from its external points to internal ones;
Once the God was contented with the patterns,
He placed him down the desk which he called it, "earth."
After he secured the last layers of the man,
God let the people take the cards in his newly shuffled ones,
And they placed their own behind.

Most of the cards were fine,
Some cards are were torn apart
Some were beautiful, filled with roses and it's shining,
Some were made of numbers,
Some has vandals of poetry and drawings
Some were made of mechanical parts,
A few ones were made of diamonds and gems,
But Andres noticed that he kept on giving his king of hearts to the Queens,
And none of them ever held it for long.

He then asked God,
"Why am I bad at love?"
And the highest took all the cards that were left behind,
He spread across the table
And explained,
"You can't have everything, Son."