Sarah...
Again, it's in the reply.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Thu 12 Nov 2009, 9:26, 5 replies)

Sarah..
Back in days of teenage feelings, young man's hormones whirling, wheeling
Seeing fellow school kids in ways never noticed once before,
Whilst in streets or whilst in classes, suddenly I saw the masses,
Of dishy girls and pretty lasses, causing mine own soul to soar
Girls and maidens that caused my soul to soar,
'Tis the grievance I did abhor

I remember I was fourteen, yet to try out dating, courting
of girls and squeezes like my friends have oftentimes before
I was too bashful, far too shy, for them to see this other guy,
for passion that I could supply, passion from my very core
They could not see nor spy the passion harboured deep within my core
A resolution that I must explore

By sixteen music was my passion and other art of form and fashion,
I beheld delight at the treasures that the music room had bore,
Like our own common room we treat that grandest music room and yet,
we were a proud elitist set hidden away behind the music room door
Segregating ourselves from beyond the music room's stout door
We need not mingle anymore

In our clique a celebration organised by our corporation
A birthday party held for the only female member of our corps
It was a function not attended by myself, I'm told was splendid,
The guest list had been extended, extended by many a score
Many guests and friends had turned up by the score
I'm not sure why I didn't go.

Three days later our group had grown by extra people who'd been shown,
The sanctuary and haven that our private chambers bore
Steve had met whilst at this function a girl who would not cause dysfunction,
Or Steve exhibit no compunction, for she had brought unto the fore
Her very best friend in the world brought unto the fore
And there she sat upon the floor.

She sat there demure, not speaking, she was the cure that I was seeking
For the loneliness, the emptiness that was my cardinal woe
All us lads we were besotted with this stranger, though she'd spotted,
me and then she'd plotted, that I be the one she did adore.
I and no one else within that chamber did she adore
And there she sat upon the floor

But her feelings she had kept to herself as I feebly stepped,
clumsily with languid limbs to where she sat upon the floor
She arose and with a start, said that she needs to depart,
and then a smile to stir my heart, a smile that I could not ignore
a smile to me as she crossed to the music room's door
Just a smile and nothing more.

Then I felt within me the butterflies that did all flirt and flutter
Eyes, her gaze that had thrilled me to my heart's own core
Will her being cease my sorrow, should she return upon the morrow,
Though I have to beg and borrow the memories of her from before
How I remembered her sitting quietly on the floor
Just a smile and nothing more

An hour or two had passed since my heart for her did bold evince
A fixation not held to any fair since many years ago.
When the blue tenebrous room elevated from its dreary gloom,
as my fair fancy did resume her former place upon the floor
She had returned to my delight to sit upon the chamber's floor
My luck was growing ever more.

I was not aware that she felt the same longing that my heart dealt
So we sat there in silence not making any advance afore
No progress made through reticence or reliance on some odd sixth sense,
I know I must take the offense and go a wooing with some words of yore
"Hello," said I, "Dost thine feelings for me mirror mine for thou, I implore?"
"My love for thee I cannot ignore"

She then beckoned me over and like an automaton unmanned
I drifted slowly without sense nor guidance to join her sitting on the floor
"Yes" she whispered and held me near so her voice was crisp and clear,
"and I mean that most sincere" and then flashed the smile I so adore
Her smile and mien of angels I doth so much adore
This is love, not felt before.

Then came along a mere suggestion, to which there simply was no question
"Be mine forever, love, caress me like you have no one else ever before"
And so years pass and on the jetty, she doth agree with much confetti,
To becoming the Mrs Sandettie that I've mentioned e'er before
Mrs SLVA you've all heard about before
And this she'll be for evermore.

Edit: I was going to start with 'in the style of..' but I thought I'd leave it for people to recognise it.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Thu 12 Nov 2009, 9:28, closed)

Quoth the raven...
Nevermore.

Good read fella! *click*
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 12 Nov 2009, 9:35, closed)

quoth the raven "nice one"
That sir, is awesome.

Not only a great story but a nice bit of literary reworking
( Rhubarb_Triangle, Thu 12 Nov 2009, 9:43, closed)

I see what you did there
click!
( SpankyHanky, Thu 12 Nov 2009, 10:50, closed)

This is brilliant!
You're on a roll this week, methinks.
(ConanTroutman thought we would free the vulture, Thu 12 Nov 2009, 11:34, closed)