Young love

A young boy sits and waits
Waiting for the unknown
Watching the window of the house
For the beauty to emerge
Gliding, she descends towards him
But he is just a shadow among the trees
Watching silently from a distance
She controls his admiration
She mutes his every word
A faceless figure in the crowd
One day however he emerges
And out into the light
To catch this beauties eye
Is his one and only task
She glances at him but only notices
That the trees are being hidden
He recoils back into his place
To never show his face
She wanders down her normal path
Then sneaks up behind the boy
She has watched him too
She watched her little toy
Now together they seem happy
Content with all their lives
Only for the moment though
Until into chaos do they dive
This little boy is none but me
The little girl Sarah
I love her and she loves me
And by god we are meant to be

copyright 2005 © Logan Brown