_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..._