Written 02 March 1967
as I was falling in love with a girl named Carol. She eventually dumped me 
and broke my heart. That was not the first or last time my heart broke.


To Carol: Turning the Tables

I've hardly met a little girl
(At least that's what she tells me)
But I have reason to doubt

Though I hardly dare say
Silence is not golden here
For heaven must know its way

From afar I saw commotion
And approached for a better view
To find a large group dancing

As one young form whirled by
I was struck by what I saw
And asked her to stop beside me

The little girl loves dancing
The frenzy of the legs
Which tries to catch the soul

Heated from the dance
She gave off a glow
No little girl can know

But just you try and tell her
And a little girl she is
Not yet you must have patience

This little girl has much
That people yearn long for
And never seem to touch

It must be her smile
Which arises from below
A great depth travelled but not slow

A smile to brings to view
The effect of its voyage
An innocence beyond childhood

What can it be I'm saying
In life a child must a child be
To correctly reach maturity

It must be what I'm thinking
Though I hate to disagree
So softly firm I'll have to be

For despite what she has told me
She must suspect the truth
This little girl is too clear and free
To be other than a woman in her youth.