She is as quiet as the lake that stills
Often she ripples in my heart
I hold her arms, in my nasty dreams
I still like her, to the deepest of her heart
One day I saw her absolutely
She stays so close, to please me best
From then on she avoided me
And one fine day she disappeared
That dark night, I couldn’t breathe
Just cried a lot, as long as I could
She slowly appeared as a clipped nail
Not only did she ripples in my heart
Whenever, I throw pebbles on the lake
