You flick your hair

Dare I look in your eyes
To smile or wave at you
You've entranced me for a day or two

You have such warm brown skin
I see you flick your hair
I do love a girl that shows such flair

I walk up bold as brass
That's such a change for me 
You're such a flower, I'm the bee

You look surprised of course
But then the penny drops
I once gave you a lollipop

You're the girl in grade six
How you've grown, you're such a belle
I know your name, it's Isobelle

How you laughed when we spoke
Your eyes never left mine
Strolling along, fingers intertwined

You’re determined that’s true                    

Your strong so erudite

Our meeting could turn out just right       

I'm a lucky man having grown up during WW2 where women often had to be head of households, worked in traditionally men's industries and had the vote before many other nations. So I had a mother, aunts and even a nan that were adept, outspoken and determined. I was not blinded by prejudice but convinced by their capability and that the sexes were equal. So my offering is my usual romantic nonsense where neither has the advantage.

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