like a frog springs atop  a lily pad,
her enthusiastic essence was as scad.
like an infant sprawls into a deep sleep,
her appearance was an embodiment of babysheep.

like a coordinated kitchen fork blends with the spoon
we both accumulated as the exquisite winter's moon.

on a decadent day,when we will reunite,
she would still guffaw at my scrappy jokes
the void will transform into light
when your gaiety will crash the plight.