With a love as strong as mine, greater then that of Romeo's to Juliet, I polish thine apple to a brilliant gloss.
Oh heavenly God above I pray that I am not mislead into an unrecoverable humility.
Her smile, the looks from those dark raven eyes as they tear at my heart strings,
Should she accept this gift, this polished blood red apple, her heart will connect to mine,
My hands shake if I am with a nervous disorder, my stomache rolls and tumbles leaving me feel green,
Each step closer across this harden tiled hallway gets heavier with every one that I take,
Maybe tomorrow shall I bring her the apple to celebrate our start, my hope, and my love for her,
I peer threw the finger print covered pane in hopes of spying upon my princess,
With high hopes for a revealing blouse, with high hopes for a low cut skirt, my face is pasted upon the glass with high hopes,
"Ahh", there she is in the aft of the class assisting in such a knoble way, spreading her wit and talents to be shared by the many,
I marvel at her perfection, her softness and her utter beauty that leaves me light and almost able to fly,
I look towards the apple and give it one more brush, one more buff, until finally it shines as if it were a perfect ruby..
"Billy"! Give me that apple back! I yell at my nemisis as he foils my quest for love..
"Crunch", Billy bit into the apple and ends the one attempt Imustered for a shot of a life time with my princess..
I shrug my shoulders, go into class, and go back to being "Just a Kid"..
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