7 Cambridge college boys around a table for two, taking the whole casual-coffee thing to new heights; a mighty gathering of elbow patches and tweed, with absolutely no pipes- some come from a non-smoking family.
And that last sentence: not a lie nor a word of figment, but an overheard gobbet of pure ‘I’m-not-old-enough-to-wear-this-graph-paper-shirt’ innocence.
Your eyes Your smile They take me places I haven't been in awhile Your voice Your sweet, sweet tone I wish my feelings could forever be shown Your kiss Your touch I'd give all only to have so much Your time Your heart Though we are so far apart Join me Its all I ask So I can no longer hide behind this hideous mask.
Across the room you sit Absorbed in thought Biting your lower lip While you contemplate Lord knows what But I wish it was me
Shyly, I stare at you My bangs hiding my eyes Praying you don't notice me But wanting nothing more than to attract your attention And perhaps I could draw a smile From your thin red lips
You're beautiful Not in the flashy, mini skirt kind of way But in that subtle, wink across a crowded room style Flying under the radar, until noticed When you steal the show And capture my attentions like nothing else can
I do not know why a girl like you Would give someone like me a chance So I sit here dreaming, hoping, longing For the day when I get the courage to walk over and ask If you'd spend some time with me And pray you say yes
Praise the spells and bless the charms, I found April in my arms. April golden, April cloudy, Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy; April soft in flowered languor, April cold with sudden anger, Ever changing, ever true -- I love April, I love you.