Stephen Cahill Furlong (23 August 1992 / Holles Street, Dublin, Republic of Ireland)
In my last year, I couldn't but fall in love with the School Angel;
Her presence in the room had made my heart race,
Banging and thumping like a loud wedding-bell.
The way she looks at me can only make me smile;
She is whom I'd leap to from as far as a country-mile.
Five days out of seven, two-hundred and ten minutes a week,
I sat up front often to watch her teach and play with her hair,
So brown, so long, so sleek.
As far as education is concerned, love is quite distracting
Because when teachers state your name,
They expect attentive and rapid reacting.
But my passion for Laura, though she is some years older than me,
Has only improved my work in English and to see almost daily
A beautiful, wise, and marvellous teaching lady.
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