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