Sarah...

Her mind dances in some sort of madness
I find it difficult to comprehend.
Her beautiful large eyes oscillates
radiating innocence in its purest form.
She giggles and mumbles words,
makes me uncomfortably ill.
I pray sincerely and wish God to
free her from this disease. I pity!
She moves about like some alien,
in a care free manner,
swinging her arms, saliva spilling
from the corner of her beautiful lips.
I rush toward her with a towel
And she rebels deafeningly.
I retreat and she is again lost in
her world. The world of innocence!
I wonder whether she is more
happy than anyone.
Is this what they call,
"Ignorance is Bliss."
Or am I actually making a fool
of myself by pitying unnecessarily?
Is this some sort of a paradox?
Did God wish to preserve her in
pure innocence?
She pulls my hand and drags me to
show a bright coloured butterfly
on the window sill. I smile.