Analysis of The New Girl

She sat alone as content as a beautiful eccentric could sit.
Others taunted her but she was crafty and of quick wit.

I just watched in awe as she paraded through the grounds.
It was like every second she would recognise the beauty of which she was surrounded.

My friends would make fun when they would catch me stare.
But I knew deep inside there was something special in this
girl without a care.

I loved her smile and her needy dark eyes.
I loved her slender body and her natural curved thighs.

I loved her baggy clothes and the flowers in her hair.
I love the look she gave me when she caught me stare.

“Hey you” she said in a playful tone.
“you've been watching me for days now, do you want to walk me home?”.

“Ah um of course yes I do” I stuttered with a smile.
“Then meet me after class my house is no more than a mile”

So we met and we walked, talked and told each others life story.
She told me her father was a soldier and she had to leave again
she would be gone by the morning.

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach where it kept a slow
beat.
The walk back home was long with the concrete shoes on my feet.

I promised to stay in touch but she moved not long after.
I guess the war of love takes more lives than the war fought by
her father