The girl sitting in my class
One row over, three desks down
If mermaids had legs, perhaps this girl would be one
With her amber hair cascading down her back in curls and waves
And sweet tendrils of melted gold twisting its way through
Her skin, pale and pure, so flawless
Freckles dotting her nose, making her look very Irish
Her body lithe and graceful, like water bending in a stream
Her eyes the light, light blue of a clear summer sky,
With just a few pearl-white clouds drifting across its shining expanse
Her voice a soft and pure, and I imagine that
If she were to sing, her voice would be lilting and soprano
Sending the people around her in a peaceful trance
Lending a small spot of serenity here
If I would imagine a mermaid in my mind,
I would picture this girl
This Mermaid Girl
Sitting in that desk
One row over, three desks down.
