feeling like a misfit in the
wandered halls of learning
crystal never kept a ledger
of her reputations earned
her daddy was an oilman
and he tried to keep her happy
still there was a lonely longing
for more simple pages turned
she spied a friendly smile from
a boy atop a scooter
and she marveled at the labor
of the hours to the miles
she gave a little nod so as to
welcome him the closer as
this day was made for talking
under blue but autumn skies
mustering his courage he
approached a kindred spirit
and they found a break of schedule
where the two could be alone
thus began the dreams and scheming
of the princess and the poor boy
as they found a ground of common
at the college on the lawn
and many years the later
they would look back to the moment
when the misfit pieces melded
complete puzzle into form.