Then one day she was there,

Walking through the woods, not noticing my stare,

Her hair like fire, and freckles I recall,

Proving me wrong, making me feel small,

Would she ever like me the way that I like her?,

Is her heart attached to mine with an anchor?,

Does she think of me when the suns gone to bed?,

Of course not, Her love for me's in my head,

Calling her carrots and being smashed with a slate,

I do really hope for a twist of fate,

Maybe she'll like me if I watch where I tread,

I don't want my face to be the face of her dread,

Then one day her eyes shone deep into mine,

Indeed, the key to our friendship was time,

Conversation with her was a daily occurrence,

But my love for her still swam inside me in currents,

Then one day I was the one to leave her,

Sailing away from my hearts true lure,

Would I ever see my carrots again,

I had a few regrets but my new life began,

A letter arrived from Avonlea,

My head was spinning who could that be,

It was her, so she had thought about me,

I needed to see her, to go a different way through the sea,

My wish was granted as I stepped off the deck,

Home was I back for more than one sec,

Not a wink could I sleep that first night back,

Her face shone in my mind not a morsel of tact,

Then I saw her for real,

Now apparent the way that I feel,

If I asked her for courtship would I be left in the dust,

Or maybe possibly would she return my lust,

She was of age now, sixteen,

But if I asked right away I may seem to keen,

Her words I don't need you rung in my mind,

Was it true she didn't need me? She could at least be kind,

Now suddenly I am courting someone else,

I was too impulsive in the moment I only blame myself,

How do I get out of this mess!,

I still love Anne, oh I am in distress!,

She watches me now with a slight fondness,

Her look fills me with great sadness,

She is the keeper of the key to my heart,

I am sorry Winnie but it's time for a restart,

I dance with the girl with hair of fire,

Friends don't look at friends with that look of desire,

Now she was gone before I could say goodbye,

I was now informed that she did love me… or was that a lie?,

I find myself running to her to find out the truth,

If I love her and she loves me could things finally be smooth,

Then suddenly she is there, alone in front of me,

As I kiss her I feel bolts of electricity,

This is it, my dreams have all been rewarded,

Anne Shirley-Cuthbert is being courted,

And I have the pleasure of being the one who she courts,

My mind is clear of all sad thoughts,

So to the girl who smashed her slate over my head,

It has and will always be you who I think about when I am laying in bed,

You