When did I start to search
For a star amongst the mortals in the class.  
When did I start to wait
For a pair of eyes, pearls they are,
To enter late to every Monday class
When did my legs start to shake
When the sun is absent because she was sick
When did flowers become possible to bloom
Around a person.
Or is it my eyes who can only perceive them around her
When did her smile became so contagious
Her laughter, even behind a mask, pierce
My heart and all its love seeped into my system
Her mere presence makes a day
It makes a day more worth living for