He was only ten years old
and girls were the enemy.
A girl walked out from the crowd
just as pretty as could be.
He saw her black curly hair
and did not know what to think.
Her smile and her big brown eyes
stood out with her dress of pink.
Enemies don’t look like that.
It made the boy so confused.
His big hatred for girls
he was beginning to lose.
He hid behind his mommy
but her movements he would track.
When he peeked around mother
that pretty girl looked back.
And when the night was over
as he walked out the door
he stopped as he was leaving
and looked at that girl once more.
He never saw that girl again
but in every crowd he looked.
Although he still hated girls
on that girl this boy was hooked.
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~ zACH
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Cheers,
Dan
Georg
She certainly made an impression on you. It's a pity you never met. I like your poem. Cheers! Liz