When I was six,
I loved my miss,
She was our school teacher,
& I was a miserable creature...
Her beauty was a mystery,
Like an angel from history,
And I was a little cool guy,
With half pant on my thighs...
Once in our English class,
Like an wandering outcast,
I was day dreaming,
So she was screaming...
She came more near,
To pull my little ear,
I looked in her eyes,
& gave a lovely smile...
On her little kitty,
She felt too pity,
She kissed on my cheek,
& I didn't slept for week...
That love is still mystery,
& everything rest is history,
But I stand here really cool,
Rest of the students were fools.
©ivanedwin
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