The sprinklers rained circular in the green lawns of school She had often played there. She had often criss crossed To reach the other end without getting wet But today she was nervous For once for first She was in Love The wind swirled her tunic and mind And shy, she had been She made her way Immaculately vulnerable She walked with her pride After all she was so young. So beautiful So enchanting The purpose the journey All were new And before she knew He held her hand For a moment for once Not knowing Her First His last. But little did they know The fate was criss crossed for times to come.
