The Youth Series, Part 3: She restores his faith in the universe
 

I sat alone, became worthless in my mind
and told it to anyone who I could find,
I spied with my bitter eye
A tangent universe that I claimed as mine
where I could sit up in my room
and no one was allowed to enter,
the world appeared to be lost
in early morning TV shows
that I watched, as my anxious heart made restless,
my sleep, my dreams,
of a faceless girl who hugged me away from it all,
and who knew how to love at my beckoned call.

Now, may this girl have a face?
She stares across the schoolyard
to this boy, all alone and cross-legged,
only anticipating what lies inside his lunch box,
not daring to glance at the girl with the dyed black hair
and pink and white stripey socks.

However, I don't need to put myself on a pedestal,
she DOES appear at my silent call
and now we sit in our house by the sea,
decorating the christmas tree,
I turn to her, remove my glasses so she can see my eyes
I take her hand, and timidly as ever,
I ask her
to be my wife.

and pink and white stripe socks.

Stripe would sound better, it fits the mood of the piece better.

I love it, your stuff lately has been really ill.