You once sat on my wall and talked to me; <br />I was irked because you spoiled my silly game. <br />The tender age of twelve was what I'd be. <br />Aged thirteen and I just don't feel the same. <br />Now you are a dream to teenage eyes. <br />Your dark good looks awaken teenage love. <br />I follow you, my head up in the skies, <br />I seek divine involvement from above. <br />If only you would turn and notice me, <br />Or sit once more and chat upon my wall, <br />How very very happy I would be, <br />You've grown so very handsome, lean and tall. <br />We sit in class, you turn and pinch my pen; <br />Oh joy of joys my world will spin again.<br /><br />Sherrie Lowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-crush-a-sonnet/
