To the Brown Eyed Girl Who Stepped Out of Her DayDream Last Night
There was a time when I would have written a maudlin mound of words steeped in the sentiments of infatuation; Confessing my glowing happiness at the boundless wonder that is you. But now I'm old, perhaps jaded...many "loves" have fallen through. So I'll just write this simple poem about how pleasant... Sign in to see full entry.