Sep 12, 2008 21:20
Young Love
The Admired:
She ruffled her hair
And let the rest fall,
Dancing to a beat
That gravity put forth
Into motion before
The foundations of
The universe were laid
And as they bounced,
The sun shining
Through her hair
Kissed her cheek
And made her blush
At the prospect of
Her perfect prince
Admiring her beauty
Through the corner
Of his entranced eyes.
Her Admirer:
All he really wanted
Was a smile, a nod
Of approval from the one
He cherished even more
Than the stars that
Kissed the posts of his bed
Those long nights when
He battled insomnia
And the dragons in his
Overactive imagination,
The depths of which
No ordinary boy could
Really know or understand
But to him as real as the
Warm rays of the sun
That graced her cheeks
As she danced that
Beautiful Sunday
Morning away.