God, Mrs. Marie so pretty…

She’s like a rose in a garden,

That I wanna pick from a bush,

And admire in my dorm room..

Oh, I’d be so happy with her…

I wanna know everything about her;

Her favorite dish or time of day,

Things that bring her to grins or tears…

I would love to make her feel wonderful…

I love how she does certain things,

How she writes with grace, how she smiles,

How she presents her lectures to the class…

I don’t even know what she’s teaching at the moment…

Her doe eyes are as brown as valentines chocolates,

Her lips look just as sweet,

Her voice is just as rich…

She’s so kind… so ethereal…

I can’t last a second near her;

My heart stops, butterflies nag my stomach,

Yet I want to spend my entire lifetime with her…

I wish she could be all mine…

But, of course, there’s stupid thorns,

Halting me from picking her from the bush…

She’s straight and married to ‘Mr. Marie’…

He’s so fucking annoying...

I can’t believe I’m so in love with my professor,

But I can’t help but be enamored,

I can’t help but drown in unrequited love…

Maybe one day we’ll be together...