Standing in the Moonlight
Candy counter girl.
What do you conceive, when you hear it?
I bet, you are mindful of a sexy, young lady.
To the taste of the most male persons, a blonde one.
If all that applies, you know the woman I love.
She is a kind of these girls, who are almost too good to be true.
The environment, animal rights, the rights of all poor in the world;
she deals with these things all day through.
Beside homeworks and other school stuff, of course.
Simply amazing and lovable.
Now I brought the thing into play I really want to talk about;
love.
For a second time I bet.
I bet, that you know this word. And if you know it, you know, almost surely,
that it may sounds like any other words,
but it is not that simple.
It caused wars,...I think so, but I should ask my brother,
I am not very clever at history.
It gets you to do crazy things,
you usually never do.
But the coevally most beautiful and worst characteristic
of love is,
that you must think on your girl every time, if you start to think.
In my special case I must always think about the fact, that she is 17 years old and
I am fourteen.
Come on!, say it, I am only a stupid little boy, who deals with the problem named "first love",
which cause trouble in every young life.
If you wanted to comment something like that,
I describe you the facts; I am standing at the window of my,…ok, and my brothers room,
looking up at the moon, be lighted by him, and think of the love of my life,
Maddie Fitzpatrick.