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Physics was never something I could fully concentrate on
But her being there- well, it certainly didn’t take much to stare.
Her body just exuded confidence, drawing me in like a fly
The way a moth just can’t help but go towards the light
I was caught in her web, entangled – but not the way I wanted.
English I loved,
It was easier to ignore her stare… almost.
While listening to Hamlet, I thought of Ophelia
Not of her feelings but how she might have felt
Under the Prince of Denmark’s touch- the same way she felt under me.
Physical Education was a nightmare.
It was as if the gods had placed her on this earth to torment me
I was so afraid to watch her one might have thought she was Medusa.
But I would have faced those snakes any day,
As long as I didn’t have to see her in those shorts.
Solving problems had never been my forte,
And the problem that was forming had only one solution.
Divide and multiply.
Unfortunately this answer to my problem was not school appropriate.
A few deep breaths and no more glances at those legs.
The past forms the future they tell us,
Oh trust me- we had history.
We had about as much history as the Ancient Egyptians did,
Dating all the way back to the great library
Where she first met my eyes…
And then that one fateful lunch hour,
When I mustard up enough courage from that 2% milk
I asked her to that dance.
She said yes.
Yes.
But her being there- well, it certainly didn’t take much to stare.
Her body just exuded confidence, drawing me in like a fly
The way a moth just can’t help but go towards the light
I was caught in her web, entangled – but not the way I wanted.
English I loved,
It was easier to ignore her stare… almost.
While listening to Hamlet, I thought of Ophelia
Not of her feelings but how she might have felt
Under the Prince of Denmark’s touch- the same way she felt under me.
Physical Education was a nightmare.
It was as if the gods had placed her on this earth to torment me
I was so afraid to watch her one might have thought she was Medusa.
But I would have faced those snakes any day,
As long as I didn’t have to see her in those shorts.
Solving problems had never been my forte,
And the problem that was forming had only one solution.
Divide and multiply.
Unfortunately this answer to my problem was not school appropriate.
A few deep breaths and no more glances at those legs.
The past forms the future they tell us,
Oh trust me- we had history.
We had about as much history as the Ancient Egyptians did,
Dating all the way back to the great library
Where she first met my eyes…
And then that one fateful lunch hour,
When I mustard up enough courage from that 2% milk
I asked her to that dance.
She said yes.
Yes.