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~   “Hey - returning your note!”   ~

perhaps I'm not your type, alas
          but I'm behind you, here in class
               adoring each and every thing you do
     the way you talk - so soft, yet clear
and tuck the tresses 'hind your ear
          (the hair I'd love to run my fingers thru) ...

               I love the way you tilt your hip
     and always bite your bottom lip
whene'er you get excited or annoyed
          the way you pass me secret notes -
               crimped origami swans and boats
     advising me the girls I should avoid ...

for me it's not the threads or bling
          it's each sweet, steamy little thing
               that other guys don't care about at all
     and yet, if added - two-plus-two
they make for one amazing YOU
          (the enigmatic You I'd love to call) ...

               you might not know me very well
     trimesters - long enough to tell
I'm apt to always treat you with respect
          you're tres romantic - much like me
               and know that love can someday be
     as faithful as two hearts can thus affect ...

so, if I may, I'll start this task
          as rhyme and meter, meant to ask
               if you might give us just an evening each?
     perhaps a steak house - Japanese
a theater, next - that new release!
          and then a dreamy walk along the beach ...

               the stroll may seem a bit too soon
     but sad to waste that lovely moon -
what romance it’ll weave, no one can tell
                                  so .. 
          I hope you'll flip this page and write
               you'd “love to” date me, (friday night)
     but quickly now, before they ring ...

          the bell!





~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~

( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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September 13, 2026 at 2:23 AM
This is a charming, deftly rhymed schoolroom love poem that captures the nervous sweetness of a handwritten confession. Its staggered, visual lineation resembles the hesitant movement of thought and speech, while details such as the origami notes, tucked hair, and anticipated final bell make the crush feel wonderfully immediate and sincere.
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