Little Strangers.

 
The countryside as I recall, sedately passed by clouded glass
and you; the girl who shared my seat, as journey trundled on
swung your legs above the floor and covered up your knees

I turned my head and saw a merriment upon your  reddened face:
Joined you as you swung your legs in rhythm to the steam train’s chug.
Both hands Trapped beneath our knees we daydreamed as the views rolled by.

We stood and let the window down, we screamed and hugged as noisy tunnels bled
to black and back to dazzling day; that was when I snared your soul.
Affirmation came from rattling rails, a whistle, and a whoosh of cloudy steam

Once more you sat though differently, you placed a hand on mine. So warm
and tender like your years, just children playing games; such sweetness
in your dark brown eyes filled me up with huff and puff, my chest began to swell
and ever since that long train trip I’ve loved you more each day.