A little girl walks up to a doorstep
she asks if the boy
With the sandy hair
wants to play

A middle school girl yearns to hold
His hand
But he turns
The other cheek

A high school girl desires
A kiss and for her
Soft lips to
Finally meet his
In a sweet resolution

Every night she dreams of his emerald green eyes
Melting hers and for once,
Seeing her as she truly is

He sees a twinkle where another
Sees a flaw
He sees her beauty
That resonates from within

As she wakes, her imperfections
Begin to surface
All she wants is to crawl
Back into her dream

In her dream his hands are big and warm
They melt into her back
As he greets her

She wonders now if the sandy haired boy
Wants to play