The Boy Across the Street
There is a boy across the street
Whom I'm always so anxious to greet
So everyday I sit on my porch
and when I see him it's like a torch
he brightens up my darkest night
Just a glance or the quickest sight
With eyes so deep blue and serene
And when he looks at me I feel like a queen
I wish he'd hold me in his arms
And protect me from any harm
but these things he can never know
Because he went out with my friend so
He'll remain the boy across the street
The one I'll always love to greet
|