by Walter de Jong
It was a new school, I was the young fool
It wasn’t long till I saw you
I made my mind up not to waste any time
till I first knocked on your door
You had a style, you had your smile
I wasn’t sure I had the nerve
I had a friend with me for moral support
When I first knocked on your door
I won’t forget that moment;
waiting for you to appear.
A look of pleasant surprise and…
then you asked me in.
That was the first time, but not the last time
That I was seen at your place
My parents ask me why I’m never at home
Since I first knocked on your door.
- Submitted in response to the poetry challenge Words+Pictures #2 …