A poem.

That girl sits serene with her crimson hair.
In her violet dress and sable attitude.
She has brown freckles that are cuter than a button
I had never seen a set of eyes that were greener.

I sit behind her everyday in my class that wonders about the stars.
She is not 7 feet tall but her character is like a tower.
I think about her often as the professor lectures Venus.
The experience dulls my mind but the sight of her never fails to stimulate.

I crossed her path this ordinary day wondering about what she was thinking.
She was making a journey to a restaurant for lunch.
Her beauty was intoxicating I almost went blind.
Her legs moved swift in the fierce sun as she did not want to fry.

As I watched her walk into this eatery I came to a conclusion.
I would ask her on a trip to the movies.
We could watch actors and actresses perform.
That girl seemed very open to my advance but her final answer I will keep a mystery.

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  • A Smith on Jun 22, 2009

    This poem is a great description of the awkward experience of meeting a girl.

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