Post by Bex *Crop Circles In The Sun* on Oct 1, 2005 15:05:27 GMT
not really poetry but oh well...
I love the way that no matter how horrible my day is going, I only have to look out for you and it makes me and my day better.
I love that you have a pet rock on your desk.
I love the way you tease me when I've lost my voice.
I love that you always make me go last.
I love your smile.
I love that deep voice that you use when you are shouting at the bad behaved students.
I love the soft, teasing voice you use on me.
I love that you probably know I love your teasing.
I love the way you shuffle backwards just to tell me to take my ear rings out.
I love the colour co-ordination of your blue shirts and red ties.
I love the way that when I think about you, I become really repetitive.
I love how you playfully deny me things.
I love that in some lessons you are deadly serious.
I love that in some lessons you can be in a silly mood and say things that make no sense.
I love how you always look hip and cool no matter how old you are.
I love that you always smile at me.
I love that you can make a joke out of anything.
I love that you probably know I am making this list.
I love that you question my drawings in my book.
I love that you like my butterfly ear rings better than my dice ones.
I love that you correct me whenever I say evening in the morning.
I love that you take the time to annoy me.
I love that your attempts at annoying me only suceed in making me love you even more.
I love that you'd give up your lunchtime just to help me understand the subject.
I love how you make phsyics and science so sexy.
I love how you make my heart flutter whenever i see you.
I love the games we constantly play.
I love how you care.
I love how you'll call me back when I've forgotten something whereas other teachers would just let me go.
I love that you let me bitch and moan and at the end you give me a reassuring smile or an exaggerated expression.
I love that you don't think I'm a little thick even though I do.
I love the intensity of your eyes.
I love the softness and twinkle in your eyes when you are teasing me or making a joke.
I love that the very idea of school bores me to tears but when I have your lesson or see you, suddenly school seems so great.
I love that I always see you in the corridor and most times we stop and you'll tease me about something or other.
I love that sometimes I can't tell whether you are joking or not.
I love how you pretend to have never heard of any of the recent bands.
I love the way you just have to look and your eyes command me to put my mirror away.
I love how you ignore my hand and answers deliberately.
I love how you think it's my best friend who fancies you.
I love how you notice me.
I love how you manage to actually make lessons bearable or enjoyable.
I love how I love you but I hate that I can't have you.
I love the way that no matter how horrible my day is going, I only have to look out for you and it makes me and my day better.
I love that you have a pet rock on your desk.
I love the way you tease me when I've lost my voice.
I love that you always make me go last.
I love your smile.
I love that deep voice that you use when you are shouting at the bad behaved students.
I love the soft, teasing voice you use on me.
I love that you probably know I love your teasing.
I love the way you shuffle backwards just to tell me to take my ear rings out.
I love the colour co-ordination of your blue shirts and red ties.
I love the way that when I think about you, I become really repetitive.
I love how you playfully deny me things.
I love that in some lessons you are deadly serious.
I love that in some lessons you can be in a silly mood and say things that make no sense.
I love how you always look hip and cool no matter how old you are.
I love that you always smile at me.
I love that you can make a joke out of anything.
I love that you probably know I am making this list.
I love that you question my drawings in my book.
I love that you like my butterfly ear rings better than my dice ones.
I love that you correct me whenever I say evening in the morning.
I love that you take the time to annoy me.
I love that your attempts at annoying me only suceed in making me love you even more.
I love that you'd give up your lunchtime just to help me understand the subject.
I love how you make phsyics and science so sexy.
I love how you make my heart flutter whenever i see you.
I love the games we constantly play.
I love how you care.
I love how you'll call me back when I've forgotten something whereas other teachers would just let me go.
I love that you let me bitch and moan and at the end you give me a reassuring smile or an exaggerated expression.
I love that you don't think I'm a little thick even though I do.
I love the intensity of your eyes.
I love the softness and twinkle in your eyes when you are teasing me or making a joke.
I love that the very idea of school bores me to tears but when I have your lesson or see you, suddenly school seems so great.
I love that I always see you in the corridor and most times we stop and you'll tease me about something or other.
I love that sometimes I can't tell whether you are joking or not.
I love how you pretend to have never heard of any of the recent bands.
I love the way you just have to look and your eyes command me to put my mirror away.
I love how you ignore my hand and answers deliberately.
I love how you think it's my best friend who fancies you.
I love how you notice me.
I love how you manage to actually make lessons bearable or enjoyable.
I love how I love you but I hate that I can't have you.