I know of a girl, whose name I shan't yet tell,
but who is lovely, and for whom I fell…
A strange and beautiful creature I found her at first;
pretty little face, cute little nose, and dark eyes with a thirst;
her mouth speaking words where dream and reality does merge.
Her form is slender, graceful and lithe.
Her skin is that of pure milk white,
shining greatly on any moonlit night.
Trust me on this, she's a lovely sight!
Her soft voice is spoken beyond her years,
as we speak about hopes, thoughts, likes and fears,
words we speak about places we wish to go,
meanings of futures that are ours to hold
As she writes poems about the many dreams of fright,
she hides herself away from the broad daylight,
in a place unseen by many, and unknown to all,
waiting for any who would do her company during the fall
But dearest one, you are never alone;
when years have gone by and time has flown,
I will be yours and reflect you well,
like a mirror with lots to tell
“You are strange and yo