Monday, February 04, 2008

Infatuation.

Her knight in shining armor,
Comes driving in an automobile.
He looks back to reverse his Jeep
And locks his eyes with hers.
The pair of innocent eyes
Looking thru the haze of the night.
Unaware of the tempest
That is about to shatter her peace.
The girl aged ten and three
Wakes up to get a glance of him
But he is gone...Like a reflection
In water. A dream shattered by
An awakening.
Then she hopes to find him one day.
Obsesses about him.
Imprints his image in the crevices of her heart.
His radiance, like that of the sun.
Her love like that of the flower.
She follows him to no end,
And proclaims her love
As first love - The most powerful.

The image dissolves into the light of the day.
She wakes up, the ten and three year old
Like she'd lived a hundred years
in intoxicating infatuation.
First love - she calls it
Till the dawn of a new begining
That brings the light of
Womanhood and erases
The adolescence away.

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