That girl with the diamond earrings

That girl with her ardent cat likings

Her affection for their incessant purrings and meowings

Who hugs and plays and kisses inspite of their bitings

And yet never ceasing from her love and caressing

Their stealth and loyalty and beauty in her manifesting  

That girl with the diamond earrings

That girl with her artistic musings

Harbouring and preserving several complicated feelings

That girl with her love for arts and paintings

With a picture to depict her nature keen and observing

That girl with the diamond earrings

That girl who shrieks when she sees the sun rising

Who stares at it intently and can think of nothing

While describing the red and orange and yellow changing

That girl who stood mesmerized and mesmerizing

That girl with the diamond earrings

That girl who thinks of children and loving

Of no lover but only to love something

Of infinite and abundant giving and no with-holding

Of the future with, no doubt, severe doubting

That girl with the diamond earrings

That girl who is always thinking, imagining and dreaming

That girl who seldom sings but is always cooing and wooing

That girl who laughs while crying and weeps while rejoicing

That girl with a heart of gold, who sees a silver lining

That girl with a fetish for diamond earrings,

That girl with the diamond earrings!