The Girl Next Door
I once lived next door to a girl whom I seldom saw
Even at ten years old, of her I was in awe
She played a lot by herself in the attic of her house
Befriending animals of every kind, I think she had a mouse
I watched her go to dancing class, her raven hair in bows
My face pressed against the glass, smudges left by my nose
I couldn’t get her to notice me; I guess we both were shy
And I couldn’t muster up the courage, please don’t ask me why
She always carried around a book; I think it was full of poems
My eyes spied her going into the woods, where often she would roam
I could sometimes hear on summer nights, music from her room
I dreamed about her as my bride and about me as her groom
Years went by and we moved away never having really met
Thirty years since that time, but her angelic face I’ll never forget
“Connie” is what they called her, but I think “Constance” she did prefer
Funny how every now and then, I still stop and think of her
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