Oh, fair instructor, with numbers so fine,
You taught me math, with a beauty so divine.
Your lessons were clear, your patience so grand,
But little did I know, your beauty would captivate this land.
Your eyes, like stars, shone bright and true,
Your smile, a sunrise, that lit up the room anew.
Your grace, a gentle breeze, that soothed my soul,
And in your presence, my heart found its goal.
Now, dear teacher, I beg of you, please,
Be my chemistry or biology teacher, if you will, tease.
For in your arms, is where true learning takes place,
Where formulas and theories, become a sweet, sweet embrace.
Your touch, a catalyst, that makes my heart react,
Your voice, a gentle whisper, that makes my soul attract.
Oh, how I long, to be in your class once more,
To learn from your beauty, and be forever in your debt, forevermore.
So please, dear teacher, grant me this one wish,
To be your student, in chemistry or biology’s sweet dish.
For with you, oh beautiful one, I know I’ll learn and grow,
In your arms, is where true knowledge and love, do forever glow.
#poetry
