Thankful To The Three!

It really was her!,
An Angel,I had met;
There,though,was no happy ever after,
A lot of surprise gifts,I still did get.

She opened me up to my cage,
Hmmm,I wonder if I've escaped it;
She sang me into intense rage,
Churning Qs that stumped my wit.

In the ashes,I found a friend,
A first of her kind and so Beautiful;
A helping hand,she's promised to lend,
When to hold my world,my palm's too full.

She has since,mirrored every scar,
Yes!,even narcissism does hurt;
But,a lot of faces,now,are not afar,
She's helped me build my cocoon of comfort.

Then,I meet the Gorgeous,
My bubble of pride fearing a sting;
Her humane touch,nearly outrageous,
Heralding autumn in the middle of spring.

Of such folks,a lot's been heard and said,
I've no choice but to concede,
Putting me first,not themselves instead,
They've pricked the self indulgence fueling my deeds .