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For some reason I have had a hard time with this one. I am not asking anybody to write this for me! Lol, if you could just offer me suggestions on areas I should change I would appreciate it. Thank you!
A girl waits near her windowsill
At the same time every day.
A boy passes by, bucket in hand:
She melts as he walks away.
Around noon she sits and watches,
As he wanders into the woods.
She never goes to meet him,
But her heart tells her she should.
So day by day, this boy he goes:
Comes back with dirty sleeves.
His face is scratched, his shirt is torn,
His shoes covered with leaves.
With his bucket and his boyish charm:
He is always in her head!
She wants to wait by her windowsill,
But she follows him instead.
She walks down the old brick road,
Until the bricks turn to a path.
She follows his footsteps through the woods
And finds the boy at last!
In a never-ending field of flowers,
She finds him with a bucket in his hand.
She says, “Why do you come here every day?
I just don’t understand!”
He looks ashamed and whispers softly
As a tear runs down his nose,
“I planted you all of these flowers,
But I was trying to plant a rose…
A rose I want to give to you,
So that we can be together.
A rose I hope that we can grow,
Always and forever…”
A girl waits near her windowsill
At the same time every day.
A boy passes by, bucket in hand:
She melts as he walks away.
Around noon she sits and watches,
As he wanders into the woods.
She never goes to meet him,
But her heart tells her she should.
So day by day, this boy he goes:
Comes back with dirty sleeves.
His face is scratched, his shirt is torn,
His shoes covered with leaves.
With his bucket and his boyish charm:
He is always in her head!
She wants to wait by her windowsill,
But she follows him instead.
She walks down the old brick road,
Until the bricks turn to a path.
She follows his footsteps through the woods
And finds the boy at last!
In a never-ending field of flowers,
She finds him with a bucket in his hand.
She says, “Why do you come here every day?
I just don’t understand!”
He looks ashamed and whispers softly
As a tear runs down his nose,
“I planted you all of these flowers,
But I was trying to plant a rose…
A rose I want to give to you,
So that we can be together.
A rose I hope that we can grow,
Always and forever…”