Who am I, life’s Charlie Brown ?
For she catches my eye, and I’ve fallen down
Tongue tied with her beauty, so close at hand
Even though the words in the head I’d planned
a wonderful sight, with a beautiful mind
sometimes she’s harsh, but on the whole she is kind
Catching me out with those dark brown eyes
Occasional glances catch me by surprise
Heart rising by a beat when she’s so near
No more than friends, to me that is clear
Talking shop on the backyard, sharing an occasional smile
With the girl with the red hair, I want to stay awhile
The Inkwell 
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