For a half a bag of caramels
and a first date to true love
will you be my every day Valentine?
When you are eight years-old
no one tells you to sign your name
if you are the shy boy on the block.
At eleven, what is one to do
edging to be a teenager
wearing your name on his chest?
Guys can be handsome too
not you! she said, hurrying out.
So what if you cheat on your tests
no longer a little girl
two years behind already
teachers say nothing for your looks
you sure know how to move
a name again etching to a heart.
So grown up, so powerful,
too old for a half bag of caramels
perfect for a story of puerile years
dignified as a lady of dreams
a woman to scar a soul forever.