I remember…
… how the contour of each cheek of your cute little bottom was a perfect fit for my hand.

Written under the pseudonym “Baby Girl”
When I met you
I was scared to talk to you.
When I talked to you
I was scared to kiss you.
When I kissed you
I was scared to hold you.
When I held you
I was scared to love you.
Now that I love you
I’m scared to loose you.