His hair is curled at the back of his ball cap
Though he tries to hide his eyes
I can still see the smile contained within them
His eyes are a piercing green
That see right through me
His eyelashes are long and thick
Though I can still see those beautifully pained eyes
He is a walking, aching dream
Just a hand away
Oh, curly haired boy
When will you be mine?
I just want to get my hands tangled up in that hair
To feel the little escaping curls
Trying to come out from under his ball cap
I want to lose myself in those emerald eyes
Worth more than diamonds to me
I want to know every secret that lies behind his heart
I want to know his future
And maybe if I am lucky to be a part of it
Oh, curly haired boy
You will only ever exist in a poem
But in every single poem you are mine
You are just a kiss away
An arm away
A curl away
Oh, curly haired boy.