You want to be young again, and you don't know why
but there's something about the way that girl next to you smiles
and it hits you
She has no awareness of what's to come: the grace in her hair shines,
and her eyes widen as She dives into your words -- She's captivated and drawn
and you can't help but escape a laugh, just wait, you think to yourself
and She smiles again as if She knows your thoughts
You freeze for a moment and wonder if She feels what you feel
this admiration, this secret longing, this heap of joy you receive when around Her takes you back to your garden
and you suddenly realize why you've come to love this girl in such a short time:
She's your past reflection, a vague but close representation of who you were and who you want to be
