Out of all the chairs in the room, she sat next to mine,
She put her hand out and said "give me nine",
Thoughts raced through my mind,
Like "**** a pretty girl sending chills down my spine",
I looked at her fingers, there were nine,
So confused and shocked
at how our hands might interlock,
I told her "you have hands as beautiful like a rock",
Stupid line, I know, but there wasn't much time on the clock,
For she might be out the class and this might be our end.

I tried to fix my mistake,
Told her how I meant her hands,
Were like gemstones reflecting the beautiful sunrise,
And that at the moment it is all surmise,
the only way to really know is if she held my hand.
I looked at her hand she still had nine fingers,
I let the thought linger,
Asked her "what happened to your pinky finger",
She said " I made a pinky swear and then it got so rude I had to chop it",
She had a sense of humour,
Then popped right up, ***** was her pinky finger,
She was pretending this whole time.
I placed my hands over hers,
Wondering how any of this occurs,
She says "you're nervous, that means you think I'm hot",
......
       With mouth wide opened I exasperated,
"You're not hot, you're beautiful and that's all I've got",
falling back into silence,
she puts her arms around my neck and said,
"You're different, something different"....

I looked around the room,
Said "two eyes, two nostrils, two ears,
two hands",
she interrupted me and spoke,
"Please say two *****, I've always wanted to see one, I meant two",
....
Shocked I stopped speaking and said,
"We are all made different,
Saw our lives fall different,
We rise different,
We build things different,
Because we are all different"....

She says ,
"So you have two *****? I'm not hearing a no,
That's awesome!"....