and she became shy
it was that morning voice
on the line
it was the "hello, pretty girl"
and the sleepy eyes
and the recalling of the long
goodbyes late at night
the sweet beginning of things
and what this could be
the tender ways of learning
and all the in-between
the potential for something more
but right now, it's a dream
may the reality, when it comes
be just as sweet
- les'nspired
