And you say:

 

 

"You are nothing but

A piece of wood."

You look at the lines on my face

And you see them in the mirror,

And you say:

"You are not me,

 

 

And I am not you."

You do not know this

But my eyes see your life.

Your first thought when you were

Carving me out was

That I would be the best thing

that happened to you

 

 

In art.

 

 

 

You don't know it but

Before you started to shape my

Face with the chisel, I was

Watching you.

 

 

In your design, you picked

 

 

Your grandmother's face,

 

 

A wrinkled face,

 

 

A warm face,

You hope that your grandmother

 

 

Will be happy with the mask,

 

 

But you don't know

That she is already seeing it.

In the end,

Your heart:

A flame, which pulses with, care and love for me.

Your soul:

A never tiring, running spirit with infinite powers,

to Create, destroy, love, hate, think, and to walk

Aimlessly.

Your mind:

A little person who will never let you down, who will

Keep you company by telling you stories about many

Things in life.

Well good-bye now,

But I will see you at grandma's house.