While I do not know her all that well,

Her attitude and views seem all to swell,

Her skin seems still so young and soft,

With laughter that would get you lost.

4 years with braces bleeding cheeks,

The rest of her life with her perfect teeth,

20 years of walking on this earth,

A lonely soul who gives wide berth.

This isn’t true love, but it’s a tricky spot,

Since I feel better when she’s here than I do when she’s not,

A five year difference has some take and some give,

With so much of her youth still left to live.

Yet I wonder if I’m in her mind as often as she is in mine,

And if she sees through the charade when I say that I am fine,

She comes to my soul and asks if I’m good,

If I could better hide that I’m not, I would.

Next Chapter: A love story, final chapter