Teenager In Love

Nabokov's greatest love story Brought to life in the mind of a lonesome DJ Turning the records, waiting for the right note To fall upon his jewel For whom he waits, Wondering if she wears the cowgirl's attire If he is her Wicked Game If she could love him just the same Betting that she does As he watches, a little too close Approaching the deadline of her youth Where she would be waiting Attainable and legal, without shame for her certificate would prove He was not insane To love a girl half his age, and perhaps She would whisper in his ear Sweet nothings he's been waiting to hear Since the ripe age of innocence lost And cognizance of the predatory older man That lingers too long Where he does not belong Singing a song: Teenager in Love