I crave to meet someone today,
someone whom I know from the beginning day.
I know her having a spiffing heart,
which bears no hatred nor is judgemental.
It’s long that I met her,
It’s long that she had breathed for her.
I know her abiding up to others anticipation,
but she had her own fantasy but chased none.
She was cast-off by people
but had pardoned them with some or other vindication.
I want to meet her today,
and to meet her I have to stand in front of the reflector.