Laura Hadley

We met when we were kids and I noticed her right away

We went bowling with the gang

What a sweet girl she was

I put my hand on hers in a moment of a spur

And spoke poetry of the moon

It seemed appropriate

But later we seemed embarrassed but from then on

No matter where we went, the moon was there to remind us

When I had my nervous breakdown, she seemed to blame herself

She wanted to reach out to me

But there was nothing she could do to help

She blossomed into a beauty which I had much expected

And I grew shy and quiet

And noisy in the head

Once it last inspired, I tried to impress her

Rambling jokes and acting silly was no act

I bumped her once by accident

And shot, much to my surprise, electric thunderbolts jumping from her eyes

Years passed and no progress, just unspoken promises

We had made to each other

In a glimpse, in a moment, with our eyes

One night I saw her at a campfire

And she sat down beside me and was so talkative and polite

I burst into a song of forbidden love

As an impromptu show of gratitude

Suddenly she broke down and started laughing

And fell off her log

And then I walked her to her car and meant to say

"I thought the moon looked pretty"

But I forgot to mention it

So this hard tale of unrequited love

Incoherent, but it's true

It's memory will surely shine with time

And it's sure to make us blue