Early Works.. WHO IS MY CRUSH?

JUL/02/1990

WHO IS MY CRUSH?


It all began one day
Anyday if you may.
A mind floating astray
with a heart lost in pray.

Suddenly someone passed by.
The mind flew by
and the heart said "Hi!"
And their hopes jumped high.

She had short brownish hair
and skin so fair.
Her every look or stare
would be cherished with care.

Her lips red and rare;
her face with a glare;
her voice, soft and fair;
she stands different among others in the lair.

You know she is near;
sitting in view very clear.
I stare at her with fear;
fear to be caught here.

I cannot tell you who she is.
And I would always miss
those cheeks so sweet to kiss.
Maybe you know now who she is?

As I encode this piece, I couldn't help but grimace at the quality of my early works..  I wasn't able to resist the temptation to correct some errors the original had..  Ahahahaha..  So, I'm sorry but this one has been ever so slightly been altered by the current me. =)