Locks of strawberry
Eyes of green
He was so in love at just fifteen

She never noticed him
He found it obscene
Unlike other girls, she was not one to preen

He was obnoxious
Others agreed
A habit deep like third-degree

She was friendly
He could be mean
But she never looked for qualities unseen

James had asked
Heart pounding with words between
Anxious like a jumping bean

She had stared
Surveyed the scene
Observed his once cliché routine

Something was different
This was quite serene
Asked on the night of Halloween

She couldn’t resist
She had to agree
This was something he did not foresee

She had to act soon;
On him she was keen
It was finally time for them to convene

He jumped in joy
His face a red sheen
Felt as if he’d had caffeine

Lily smiled
This could be maybe be love
The true kind she’d always dreamed of.