Edgar Met Elmira

Edgar met Elmira when he was just fifteen
He thought that she was by far the most beautiful
creature that he'd ever seen
It wasn't just her jet black hair
The thought of which made his heart race
Nor her ghostly complexion
Although he broke out in a sweat at the sight of her face.

It wasn't just her crimson lips
That inspired him to mumble and blubber
Nor was it her eyes and when they met his
made his knees turn as wobbly as rubber.

Was one in all of these things combined
Inspired these thrilling sensations
Was the way that the two of them shared the same strange
And morbid preoccupations.

At school Elmira seemed content
To spend her time alone
Edgar thought she seemed older or wiser
Than anyone hed ever known.

For a week every day he followed her home
And each day was the same as before
She would stop at the cemetery next to St. Johns
Where she'd stay for an hour or more.

There she'd stand in the shade of a tulip tree
A gentle breeze cooling the air
And sending it blossoms fall like snow
Upon her jet black hair.

You should draw a picture
I'm sorry i didn't mean to stare
You should draw a picture of me
She said as she tossed her jet black hair.

So every friday afternoon
Beneath that tree they met
And while Edgar drew Elmira
She told him of things he'd never forget.

There she'd stand in the shade of a tulip tree
(It wasn't just her jet black hair)
A gentle breeze cooling the air
(The thought of which made my heart race)
And sending its blossoms falling like snow
(Nor her ghostly complexion although I broke out in a sweat)
Upon her jet black hair
(at the sight of her face).