The Thoughtful Girl and the Foolish Boy

A girl was leaning on the window; She was quiet - apparently - but in her silence, she frowned her face, narrowed her eyes; she was thinking, so thoughtful as the deep skies. “Hey, thoughtful Girl, why leaning so somber, can’t you see so many stars ? Tell me, their brightness is not a reason to frown less ?” “Hey boy, I do see so many stars… and tried to count them in pairs but then I noticed: Why am I so far from them?” “Wondering Girl, so a star you would be and just shine and never wonder… ah, it can lead you so afar.” “It may be so, it may be so.” “Thinking girl, look down; beneath your window, flourishes a garden. Lets pick Daises, Roses Lilies and even Poppies… Let’s scent their perfume, caress their petals, play with their colors and even sing their music.” “Oh, boy, let them be… Between a bouquet and me – I will always refuse to be. They are so appealing with such deep fragrance… A single flower I wanted to be.” “Oh, pray the gods no, pray the poet yes.” “I just want to know why…”, and she closed the window. “Thinking girl, thinking girl, I forgot why as you leaned on the window, when I was passing by thinking to myself: Who would like to be my star?”