By Isabel (Saintizzi@aol.com)
Date: 4 February 1998

Once I was young too...

'A young girl sits, 
she is lonely, but doesn't complain - in her heart he is there, 
she knows it, 
The steps she sits on are hard, 
but she does not feel it, for in her heart - he is comforting her, 
Her heart is young, flyaway, carefree, nieve, 
for she has not yet known the pain - only the pleasure - that love brings, 
she is confused, why say things you don't mean ??? 
It doesn't make sense - what she doesn't know is that nothing does make sense, 
sense doesn't even come into it! 
She dreamily conjours up a picture of him, 
he is dark haired, tall, handsome, 
only where is he? Why does he not hold her now , when she is down? Why? 
Well their is no answer she concludes, he is but a figment of her childish imagination, 
which she will of course, lose, all too soon.'