Michael, you are like...

Michael, you are like a basket of rosas that freshens up the entire room and that smells so good. You are like a bag of doces that I can have all to myself and I would eat all dia long. You are like an ice cream mountain that has any flavor any child could think of and my favorite, strawberry! You are like a soft soft nuvem that I can easly go to sleep right when I lay down on. You are like the wind that blows in the air and the blows all over my body and all through my hair and I feel that nice breeze and it feels so good. You are like a basket of adorable newborn kitten (or newborn puppies) because that's how adorable you are if course. You are like a happy child that runs wild and free and just eager for somebody to play with you yelling,"come play with me! Please come play with me!." You are like a beautiful pomba that sores free in the sky so far away. You are like an angel oops! I mean...you ARE an angel that conforts me and drys my tears when I'm down and feeling blue and that keeps roaming earth, looking for somebody to confort. I know they say there's nobody like God but I must edmit you remind me of him in so many ways. Oh, this one, Michael...you are like Peter pan that introduced us to neverland!