If I could love any boy in the world, I'd pick the one I see.
With his clear pale skin- and wide, deep eyes of muddy-green.
He with the brown fluffy hair and a grin that makes my knees weak.
The boy with that one dimple... high on his right cheek.
Those thin, dry lips that crack and bleed, those crooked metal clad teeth.
That voice that's so odd it's almost pain to hear, but such pain that its almost sweet.
If I could love any boy in the world... there's no doubt it would be he, but I can't.
It's impossible, could never be, for the boy I see...is only a memory.
