When I was younger,
Like about ten years ago,
I began dreaming about Emily,
A girl I didn't even know.
Her eyes were the hue of the earth,
And her mane the colour of sunshine.
And I couldn't wait until night to sleep,
All through the day I used to pine.
I would hope to dream of her,
The way she made my heart glow,
The scent of her sweet perfume myrrh,
And her skin as pale as snow.
I had never even experienced this before,
I have to confess she was my first crush,
This girl in my hand, of my fiction,
She'd make my face flush.
I began heading to bed earlier than usual,
Waiting the hours out just to hit the sack,
But we began fighting and we broke up
And she stopped coming back.
K. Jared Hosein
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/children-my-dream-girl/
