Rachelle

Rachelle was fiery and self-assured
She wrought lacy windes of salt and water
Smelled richly of baby powder and Freesia
She held my hand so it touched my heart

When she lay upon my stomach
It gurgled "I love you"
And she tempted me sweetly with soft caress

A sense of inevitable love tempered with patience
We fell in love a bit more everyday
Dark red hair crushed upon my fuzzy cheek
An invitation to entreat

Embroiled by parents' reluctant forewarnings
She came to the end of her means for me
I did not know how much that meant

I was a spoil'd brat
Taking for granted
The best thing that had ever happened