Some stories are they never to be told
They linger in you until you can not hold
They are still so fresh and naive
They keep rolling up wave after wave
Where to start up I am not sure
But once it flows it will be a cure
Throttled up, pent up they are all in a row
No hard feelings or remorse as they never did know

She was cute and lovely, and lived  next door
We were just kids and much we did not know
How tender and loving were what we talked
Sweet nothings , hand in hand we walked
In between the steps her lips moved
I love you the most so I heard
That was nice and so nice to remember
Why that Fairy loved me I still wonder.

Every Sunday mass was a must
Among the gathering my eyes used to rest
Always at a figure so slim and dark
In my prayers she was  not the last
It used to drive me to church without fail
Timid I was and prayers were no avail
Did our eyes ever meet , no I was in the rear
Certain she was unaware of her lovelorn heir.

When traveling daily weary long miles
Not one but many , but not even a smile
Curly hair ,freckled face, curves and dimples
Dark slim athletic and quick witted angels
My hair line receding and its dark color fading
Sometime down hill my mind goes tumbling
I am neither Happy nor not even Unhappy
No regrets or heart burns as they never did know.