Young Love
In a house that’s completely white,
A young girl and boy sit on a windowsill
The boy is carving something into the wood
As the girl tells him not to
He carves a name
Next to the many from the past
That fill up half of the wooden board
Outside the window, the moon shines on the pond
Turning the grass to silver
Dark shapes are walking around.
The girl sees the shapes, but does not worry.
She knows who they are
Now, on the windowsill, a new name,
Freshly carved, leaves wood shavings all around it,
The letters spell,
S-A-M-A-N-T-H-A, Samantha**
**This was based on a book I read once, so that is why there is a specific name.
