Innocence found inside a girl
who sat and gave her hair a twirl,
with shining eyes the shade of May
and tanned skin as warm as the day.
Her canny smile gave such lust
the boy found that he must, he must,
take her out for just one night
and maybe make her smile bright.
Oh, the clever boy he was
she fell for him with quite a buzz
endless thoughts of his desire
his look, his touch, his need to inquire.
"You're a funny one," she says,
and with a smile that belays,
she walked the hall with warmth and grace
an equally beautiful type of pace.
He looked confused as he gazed at her
and opened his mouth as if not sure
he asked her of his one desire
for he still needed to inquire:
"Darling girl, you're beautiful,
bright and warm and wonderful,
you fill a room with happiness,
it seems clean, and yet, a mess.
"Your hair curls almost perfectly
it fills me with the utmost glee,
if I could maybe make you smile
and be with you for just a while."
She seemed to gape straight at the boy
who, 'til then, seemed like a toy
so uniform and with potential
she never thought he was essential.
Now she understood so well
why she seemed to never tell
how he made her smile so:
She loved him, though she'd never show.
"A while, I hope, is longer still
than just one night, which is the drill,
because you're an amazing boy
and seeing you gives me great joy."
He closed his eyes and smiled large
it seemed his heart about to barge
he took her hand and held her tight
and told her that her choice was right.
