Our teacher is a pretty one,
Of that, no one would doubt,
The kind so kind and so much fun
Most guys would ask her out.
Much more than cute, much more than kind,
To me, so beautiful,
While some remind love can be blind,
She is adorable.
Should I tell her she is the best,
The apple of my eye,
Who makes me see myself as blessed
Each time she comes nearby?
Should I reveal my feelings now,
Or keep them secretly,
When so in love and hooked, somehow,
On writing poetry?
Composing poems by the score,
As my emotions stir,
There seems no way to show love more,
With each one meant for her.
I guess they must stay on the shelf,
Like every unshared poem,
My secret love kept to myself,
And courage left at home.