A lonely tree
On a winding road
Going from school
To my sweethearts home

I don’t remember how
I fell in love
And would badly crave
For her fleeting glimpse

Waiting under the tree
After school was over
I would watch her arrive
From the faraway distance.

And as she would arrive
Walking with her friends
I reminded myself
To have a look at her

But as she come near
Some unexplained fear
Would drag my eyes
Faraway from her

Days passed on
Months and years
And school was over
Before I realised it

In all those years
Could never gaze at her
The innocence and the fears
So Beautifully naive