Elementary Yosioka
How young can "love" flourish within us,
how old do we have to be to feel that warmth inside us.
I was a child when i first laid eyes on her,
she walked into the classroom the new girl of the class,
shy she was not,
as she entered with a glorious smile to the rest of her peers.
She introduced herself to all of us,
we all pretended to say hi,
i stayed there motionless,
not knowing what to think,
my father had always talked about beauty,
yet such beauty he talked about i had yet to see,
until she walked in.
Had i felt a "love at first sight" moment,
had i truly seen the beauty of which many spoke about,
yet few had ever really seen.
Years past and i would still see her the same,
such wonderful smile would brighten my days,
and those beautiful eyes would captivate me,
leaving me speechless and stutering looking for words.
A rose here and there were my gifts to her,
and even though i knew i was never her "type",
she always received them with a smile, a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.
She became the perfect image of the "perfect" girl for me,
the rest simply fell short of comparison,
or sometimes i didn’t even seem to care.
As any kid has i had other crushes while young,
simplistic flings and little "i like her" commentaries,
yet she, she never left my mind of what true perfection could be.
Years past and i had lost that vision of her in my everyday life,
i had grown and matured yet always seemed to have her in my mind,
whether it was seeing her in a newspaper of her accomplishments in ballet,
of hearing through the grapevine what new things she was doing.
College came,
and to my surprise i saw her again,
still beautiful, still with that radiant smile that became fixated in my head,
still Yosioka,
still that one that would bring butterflies to my stomach.
Love may be too harsh of a word to describe what i feel,
its like a string of happiness which makes my smile be from ear to ear,
questions filled with maybe’s and what ifs?
But i know now what i once thought,
She is as beautiful as any girl can be.