The little Blonde Haired Girl

To think hard, I don't really know you that well;

But to me you resemble a spiral shell;

In the sense of visible strength and beauty;

You have a personality so fair;

It tears my soul to know that you are so rare;

But I know that I long for your company;

From the moment that we talked you had me hooked;

Not your appearence I've never looked;

And not your sweet young age of twenty-three;

But your understanding of morality;

And how you treat others with equality;

Is what forces me to lust after you;

You have your own celestial beauty;

And I love it how you call me "cutie";

I hope that we get to meet up together;

Cause this support that I gain now;

Is one of the things that make me feel, Wow!

Cause isn't that the point of humanity?

Author's Note

This is a dedication to a little blonde haired friend of mine named Ashlee J.

Reviews

[Carefulx]

Aww, another great poem! Honestly, I can't even write a poem without throwing it away/deleting it. But, I do enjoy reading poetry like this one. Your very talented writer and I love your work! =) Keep on writing!

-Allison