he is the boy with the tousled hair
and the calculating gleam in his eyes
letting people in for him is quite rare
he is not perfect but he really tries
she is the girl with the soft subtle smile
with a pencil often behind her ear
she trusted too easily for a while
her heart is only displayed for those dear
together, a puzzle, they fit quite well
for her, his exterior melts away
he helps to get the girl out of her shell
it's lovely, even if it's kind of cliché
cold and warm and their hands are intertwined
they are not the same, they are their own kind
this is a sonnet about what my relationship with this boy was like. we fit each other nicely.