In the Quiet of the Classroom
A Secret Yearning
In the back of the class, he sits alone,
His heart aflutter, his thoughts unknown.
For there she stands, a beacon bright,
His teacher, his muse, his guiding light.
Her voice like music, soft and clear,
Captivates his soul, draws him near.
With every word, he hangs on tight,
Spellbound by her presence, day and night.
In the quiet of the classroom's hush,
He dreams of her, his secret crush.
Her smile, her laughter, her gentle grace,
Fill his world, his sacred space.
But alas, he knows it can't be,
For she's the teacher, and he's just he.
Yet still he treasures every glance,
Hoping for a fleeting chance.
To catch her eye, to hear her speak,
Is all he longs for, all he seeks.
For in her presence, he feels alive,
A love so pure, it's hard to hide.
So he'll cherish this silent reverie,
Of a love that's boundless, wild and free.
For even though they're worlds apart,
She'll forever hold his beating heart.
About the Creator
Shayan Asghar
Poet | Lover of Words | Diverse Writer
Captivated by the beauty of expression, I explore diverse topics through poetry and prose. Join me on a journey through the magic of words.
Comments (1)
Ah, such a sweet poem of a story dent crush. I loved it!😍