Secret Treasure

​This is a poem I wrote in 2015. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Deirdre by The Beach Boys.

​That girl over there
The one with long hair
No one ever told her she’s pretty
Soon I’ll say hi
Call her apple of my eye
I’m going to tell her she’s pretty
One day, some sunny day I’m gonna make her mine
And then I’ll get to look at her all the time
Don’t anybody tell me she’s not pretty

She doesn’t know
How she dazzles me so
She still has no idea that she’s pretty
I’ll bring a mirror
Explain I admire her
She should understand that she’s pretty
Sometimes she acts like she’s deaf and blind
Sometimes I really think she’s lost her mind
That she can’t see that she’s pretty

So so so so so so pretty

I must have took too long
Preparing for her this song
That guy there just told her she’s pretty
Now she’s happy
But what about me?
No one else is so pretty
Now that she’s been swept away
I hardly see her anymore anyway
I still haven’t told her she’s pretty

So so so so so so pretty

There was still so much more to say
And I still think about her every day
I still haven’t told her she’s pretty