When the breeze plays with her locks of hair

When darkness crawles all over her,and envelops her

When loneliness comes and pays her another visit

When she finishes off the pizza she made herself

When she talks,talks and talks on

When she is busy studying,and,sometimes,burning her hair too

When ,she was a kid,she climbed up and open the door and run out,during nap-time

When she talked to flowers

When my dairy got lost and it was she who cried

When on the school bus she kept looking at the world outside but didn't even glance at the girl next to her

When she had a lot to talk about but none to hear her

When she cried because it was some one else who got hurt

When her shadow falls on nothing

When she doesn't get any sleep

When a precious friend messages and she smiles

When she heard Bryan Adams and fell in love

When, for her, music replaced humans

When the rains dance in her jewel eyes

I am not there to see.

Yet,that is the girl I love.

She with the dreams,

She with life.

She makes me infinite.