ETHLIN
I look at his eyes,
and my stomach fills with butterflies.
I can't believe this is happening,
I didn't see this coming,
He wants my hand,
My brother's best friend.
I squeal with joy,
like a young child's toy.
I am but sixteen,
and I am going to be his queen!
His brown eyes stare into mine,
and in his all the stars shine.
How can I resist,
His tender kiss?
For now I am his queen,
at only sixteen.