Memories of a Girl...

She spoke in accent. I’m not sure it was hers but I’m sure I didn’t care. Her movements challenged the wind and all things gaped. I wondered in that moment if even the clock tower took a bow but no time to look and see. She would be gone in a moments flash we just knew it. You could hear her song but she never let the melody move her to far from her path. Bouncing and twirling all in a straight line. Enthusiastically resolute is all that comes to mind now. Would she bust? She seemed a paper doll only iron clad. Hair shorn but beauty surged around her like an aura. I love her, she is mine and no one knows. But I will have her forever and so it goes…

Sometimes you can't help who you love...