When I was a kid, I loved to skip stones,
I loved watching them hop through water,
Until one tragically eventful day,
When I met a farmer and his daughter.

She had eyes that pierced my soul,
Brown hair ******* into a bun,
Her lips glistened from the lip gloss,
And her skin glowed in the sun.

When I was a kid, I wanted to marry her,
To put a ring that unites us together,
In what people call holy matrimony,
Not for a year but forever.

When I was an adult, I felt the same,
I held my heart in my hand for her,
But over time I was afraid,
That I wasn't the one she preferred.

When I was an adult, I began to notice,
That I never knew her when I was a kid,
I just felt as though she's been with me,
as though she's a bottle and I, a lid.

I never knew her when I was a kid,
Never a part of my childhood,
But if we were to be united now,
I would cry tears of joy where I stood.