Oh Teacher..

Why do I feel this way
twards this person whom I
Obey?

I sit in your class,
I read what you write,
I sit with my mouth shut,
and TRY not to look as if I'm in pure fright.

Though I am, I'm terrified!
I'm scared I'll sound stupid,
maybe even wrong,
Sometimes I wonder if I can stand it in there for much long.

But the real reason is, I'm in love with you!
Don't you see?
I dream about us, just you and me..

*Old poem, about my old teacher..*

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