You with your soft, short, black hair,
The gleam in your eyes,
And the whispers in the warm summer air.
You, the mysterious guy.
I, hiding in the small shadow away the fire,
Too shy to speak,
And not know what to say to your friendly face.
You, the mysterious guy.
You took my hand so small compared to yours,
And held it tight,
While I held my breath, not able to relax.
You, the mysterious guy.
The sweet gentle sound in voice,
The laughs we shared,
And all the memories we made on that Friday night.
You, the mysterious guy.
Now that summers over and schools began,
We try and hangout,
But were both so busy and tired.
You, the mysterious guy.
