Ode To Pamela Jane

Along about the 7^th grade, thoughts and feelings changed

I began to notice the girls; at first it seemed rather strange

The curve of the leg, the sway of the hips, movements in time

The soft skin, lips, and eyes; all now seemed so sublime

What do I do with these new feelings; how should I react?

Was it love or just Memorex? I actually did not know, in fact

Like a blind man herding sheep I wrestled with my direction

Totally unaware that my new emotions were related to affection

She was a new girl in school and she was quite a cute looker

Hard to believe that no one yet had stepped up and took her

But my youthful reasoning was flawed; unknowing at any rate

I never stopped to think…she was not yet old enough to date

She never really noticed me for I was invisible in her dark eyes

But I noticed her each time she passed; such a wishful prize

I was in lust or thought it so at the time; miserable up on Cloud 9

I cast fate to the God of Love hoping things changed with time

The gods failed me in my efforts; my infatuation lived on as before

Rekindled with each passing in the hall or her coming through a door

She grew more beautiful with each passing day; everything was right

I was still invisible; hidden far back in the shadows out of her sight

And so it remained like that as the high schools years ticked away

My infatuation held inside for all the years; never a word did I say

Now many decades later; my infatuations being subject to change

I look back and smile at memories of my crush on young Pamela Jane

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16 September 2012