“Your hair is sandy golden brown.
It dances in the light.
When you’re nearby I never frown
as we go out at night.”
“Now as I sit and as I write,
my thoughts they turn to you.
The one I want to hold me tight,
he seems to have no clue.”
“I wish there was a way I knew
to look you in the eye
and see the start of something new
as you become my guy.”
“Eyes of hazel on one who’s shy.
They have a spark of joy.
My heart it soars and flies so high
when gazing at this boy.”
“I am afraid that I annoy
this boy I like so much.
Because of this, I oft play coy
and fall back on my crutch.”
Rea’s Ruminating 