TEACHER

TEACHER
(In defense of schoolboy crushes)

She was my teacher in grade four
I fell in love for evermore

Not a love I could express
though with schoolwork might impress

And so I spent my nights and days
in search of learning of praise

A flower opening to the light
in aching anguish and delight

Then she went and moved away
It seemed life ended on that day

Through looking back on that great year
not dimmed by time but made more clear

I see that ancient youthful yearning
remains as love of love and learning