Bluebell Girl

I am transported back
To a distant place and time
When I was only twelve
The world was changing
And I saw it with new eyes
And I recall her sweet face
When I first saw her in the wood
Gathering wild bluebells
Sun shinning on the golden strands
Of her silken hair
As it danced on her shoulders
The beautiful bluebell girl
Moved about the wood
Then she stopped and noticed me
Deep blue eyes smiling at me
In the innocence of childhood
And she captured my heart
Though twenty years have passed
She keeps it still

The Unobtainable

Some of our more pedantic readers may argue that twelve years old is not teenage, but this is a romantic poem straight from the teenage love mould, even if the protagonist is barely a teenager.


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