I should really stop daydreaming in class.
This started when she arrived in my classroom.
Who is she! ? ! ? i asked my self.
She walked in and stared at me.
Quickly look away! i thought.
She sat infront of me
Everyday in my english class
She brings a beautiful aroma,
Like the one of a beautiful garden full of flowers.
She has soft skin,
Beautiful sleepy eyes
And a perfect laugh.
I should really stop wondering off
And start paying attention or else I wont get my credits for this class.
But i cant help wonder...
WHO IS SHE! ? ! ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem