Once she smile
And wave her little wing to me
Her wings that add her charming.
Once she dance like an idiotic child
Sweet voice
I hear it 
From her heart.

Once she cry
I wipe her tears
I saw the pain 
she had.
But doesn't matter to her
Cause I see the real 
Smile she had now.

Once she write a story 
Probably a story from herself
It was indeed interesting one
And I learned that
She is strong enough
To fight the battle by itself.
And later on I realize 
that she's an angel
Sent by God
And that silly writer 
Is my guardian angel.