The girl whose eyed resounded passion could rejoice in times long gone.
But often she would only express seclusion.
Trying to hold fire inside her bone.

She composed a wish list; she made a to-do list, in her heart, there's so much love and gentleness.
The was so much to do before she ceased to exist.
The girl longed for freedom, and nothing less.

She was avid to make her dream come true.
She wanted to dismiss the sadness that invades her.
It isn't wrong, this she knew.

I'll never find someone like that girl of mine!
Immortality would be a perfect gift for her.
Let the star inside her forever burn and shine!