Her words dont stop, when she is Glad;
but they are paused ,when she is Sad...
She is innoent, yet! brave, but a bit insane;
yes! she do walk run crawl but on her own lane.
But far from this world her heart knows it best,
that she need a Shoulder, on which she can rest....
The one who make her to happily, forget her weakness or strength;
&she mould herself to his replica and they merge as a lovely tune and song.......