Girl Next Door

I see the girl from my window sill.
How she talks and laughs with her friends.
Her beauty,
Her kindness,
Her vitality.
At times I dream that girl would just say hello;
Never mind going out on a date.
There are times I dream of that day,
Maybe more than what I want.
I try to be realistic,
So my hopes are not too far-fetched.
But the want is there.
To go to harshly is the predators,
I do not want to scare her
I want her to get to know me.
I will take a breath.
I will be brave
I will go out of my square room
And try to talk to her.
Because wishing wells do not come with fairy godmothers;
It takes action to make the wish come true.