In class, his mind begins to drift away,
To a golden field where sunflowers sway.
His skin is golden crisp, his hair jet black,
In baggy jeans and his mind circling back.
His eyes are brown, deep pools of desire,
For her, the girl who sets his heart on fire.

Her skin is pale, her hair a fiery red,
Dressed in a sundress, like a story read.
Green eyes that sparkle, a dancer's grace,
Fine arts and baking, her passions embrace.

They sit on a blanket, the sun setting low,
Talking of games and dance, feeling a glow.
Music plays...