Smitten & Brave

She was mulatto: six feet tall, with red hair. I was smitten,
Thirteen years of age. I wrote her a letter, and signed it:
Yours truly. What is this magic? It still moves me. I remember
Her frown, such a snooty fox. Her boyfriend was un-amused.
 
I, nevertheless, felt warm. Her eyes were hazel. Her lashes
Long. I bought her a slice of pizza. She laughed: suspicious
Of such laughter; but her heart—spoke of joy. Such joy is
Grand: a new feeling: the spin of tetherball. Her lips were full:

I vied for a kiss: just a peck. “We can’t” she cried: turning a
Pinkish red. She loved softball; and ran with such speed. Many
Were smitten; and many bought her a slice of pizza. I thought
Brave: a strong gesture: “Be my love.” She rubbed my arm:
Kissed my cheek; and cried “Yes.” Such a feeling!—a touch
Of love; and we danced freely.