How I came to be.

How I was made?
How did i come to be?
A bitter man and an optimistic woman conceived of me.
A man without a soul and a woman with an excess of it...
Let this child free.
A man with an axe and a bleeding thumb
all bashed in.
And a woman with a stirring spoon and compassion.
A man chasing the crowns and nobles written on notes.
A woman who measured bills invoices and quotes.
A man whose pride would beat him to sleep
and wake him anytime.
A woman whose empathy was hard to define.
In a garden of dreams and escapes.
In a garden of all temperatures and tastes.
That´s how I came to be.