The English Teacher
You are a metaphor in motion,a symphony conducted by the beating of my heart.
You entrance my soul,and it makes me a better person to love you.
You are a simile surrounded by color themes, you shine.
My rhetorical answer when i repremand my self with rhetorical questions.
My analogy in a analytical essay composed by your kisses.
Holding something so precious as a diamond in a rough,i am caught in you.
Nothing as lovely as knowing you are with me always and forever.
Holding my soul in your stare.
I love us,we,you loving me.
You are verbs in action,followed by nouns and adjectives.
You are every onomatopoeia i want to hear after leaving your touch.
We are auditory imagery bound in conversations about life and love.
You are the predicate and adverb to my declarative sentences.
My english teacher in the language of love.
Copyright © Scharneka Watson | Year Posted 2005
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