Eyes of fire, heart full of desire,
Smile so sweet, voice a gentle treat.
Once I met her, that tiny brown girl,
Who wanted to fly high, much higher than the sky.
She spoke a lot, and heard too less,
Posed her cute idiocy, still impressed,
Always believing in her quixotic world,
She spoke of miracles, that tiny brown girl.
The tone of her voice jingled with passion,
When she described life as in her imagination,
Something inside me wanted to trust,
The utopian universe that she sculpt.
The phantasmagoria of her memories, cross me today,
As I walk the lanes, we traveled each day.
I gave her up for what was intelligent and sane
As her thoughts were always so inane.
But deep within I finally realize,
Her soothing effect that still pacifies,
My rationality laden heart, that now often beats,
For that tiny brown girl, who in it inhabits.
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