Our futures can begin

Borwn hair,
blue eyes,
looks that make me stare.
A gorgeous smile,
soft, sweet laughter,
we'll sit and talk a while.
I find myself fascinated;
by things you say and do.
Border line to over obsessed,
I'll keep watching you.
We can't be together
for the simple fact of age.
Thirty something to sixteen,
it's just a well played game.
Neither of us will win
until I turn eighteen,
and when that day arrives,
our future, together, can begin.