School Sweetheart Crush
She had hair the color of wet hay,
and her big beautiful eyes were pale gray
She was my 10th grade teacher and my lover,
and I don’t believe I will ever recover
She had a sweet and delicate voice,
and the name of my lover was Joyce.
She would tutor me some times twice a day,
and after the lessons, we would just play
Oh the lessons she was teaching me,
would never earn me a degree.
She did not help me get to college,
but the lessons did give me knowledge
Some will say this teacher was abusing me,
but I can tell you, I just don’t agree
My dear and loving teacher was very kind,
she really helped my frame of mind.
January 28,2019 Contest sponsored by Faraz Ajmal
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