Puzzles.

I used to stare at her face
The way a toddler looked at words
Or how a mechanic looks at piano keys.
With the least bits of my understanding.

This summer love grows cold and dim
Cruel like wicked stepmothers
As it wastes away to evermore
With the last specks of childhood lost.

Adulthood is an unwanted invader
Into this paradise of youth
And my soldiers poor suited to defend
WIth the last pieces of my armor.