Who are you?

On a paradise island
I've seen a person
Who is like magic
That heaven's given me

You're not my teacher
But you help me read'
The bird' or "the bus"
English is quite touch
I just say the same

You're not a driver
But you give me the way
To get to many places
With you I forget
The fear of getting lost

You're not my insurance
But always patient
To get and listen
To my terrible voice

I'm going to miss
Now and forever
Although I can't get
Exactly who you are.

Hawaii July 20, 2008