Shallow breaths
Were all I could muster
In the hour she arose
Pristine, valient, and sure

Anticipation
Was a thick humid day
The lingering scourge
Of red Georgia roads 

My insides quaked
In the shock of first glance
Blending my thoughts
To a useless, oozing pulp

Within adolescence
I could not speak
As chance drew near
Stout with certainty and promise

Paralyzed
By innocence
Fervent desire 
Could not, urge me forth