Confessions of a Student

Dearest Sir, we need to talk.
Please meet me at your classroom.
Meet me there at 5 'o clock,
And I will see you soon.

T'was the message that I made,
With a post-it and a pen.
And on his desk, it had laid,
No one had noticed then.

I met him there at said time,
Unsure of what to do.
His smile made my heart climb,
And his chinky eyes did too.

What is it that you need, he asked,
And I stood a complete mess.
He waited for my anxiety to pass.
And I knew I had to confess.

Have you ever fallen in love?
How was it like for you?
Because you see, the one I love,
Dearest Sir, 'tis you.

He stood there quiet, with a smile
Gracing his chubby face.
Took off his glasses after awhile,
And pulled me into a warm embrace.

I pulled my glasses off as well,
And cried into his shirt.
The man for whom I truly fell,
Didn't let me get hurt.

I love you too, whispers he,
And I stare in his eyes.
My heart races, full of glee,
And he pulls me in surprise.

My first kiss he plainly took,
On that fateful day.
No care for any rule or book,
And we stayed still that way.

Tears stream down my face
As I opened my eyes again.
No more in that warm embrace,
But in my bed instead.

T'was all just a dream,
No more than a fantasy,
I smile with a bittersweet gleam,
Wishing he were next to me.

Now I must go through a normal day,
Knowing he doesn't care.
How long will it remain this way?
This pain I cannot bear.

I wish you'd love me,
I wish you would,
I wish you'd hug me.
If only you could.

But my dear Sir, I will wait,
For that fateful day will come.
And I know that day'll be great,
And will shape what we'll become…

End.

A/N: I love him so much it hurts. People say that everyone gets crushes on teachers and it'll soon pass. But that's the thing. What if I don't want it to? Oh sir, I love you… And I wish you'd love me too.