To the little girl behind a rose-stained glass window

I swear I won’t met a girl like this twice

Thrice younger my age, but walking around with a wide-eyed gaze

Believe that the world is not that big, it’s the sized of her rosy bedroom

And that she could never get scared of anything that’s in it

Thrice younger my age, but has faith like your saintly godmother

She isn’t scared of anything, unless it’s God’s call

She gets paranoid that she angers Him

Thrice younger my age, but has confidence bigger than my ego

She believe the world has to do her some favor

She believe that she deserve every good thing this world could offer

Thrice my age, but she have gone through more than me

She tells me the story of her life so I won’t have to gone through the same thing

She shows me the good and the bad

Sometimes it makes me wonder how a girl her age be so enlightened?

I love this girl so much

In fact, I love this girl the most

The world has thrown rocks at her, but yet she always has her hope held high

How?

The bitter part is that she’s not around anymore. She merely exist in my memory.

But I promised her my word that I will live up to her dreams, hopes, and faiths.

And that I will not let those sink away,

ever.