School Days.

Her eyes sparkling and joyously bright.
Her presence a heavenly and friendly sight.
I met her when we were at school.
She the perfect pupil and i the classroom fool.
Everyday at her i stared.
To talk to her i was bloody scared.
But one day my eyes did cry.
She came to me and asked why.
I told her that my mum had died.
She hugged me and from her heart she sympathetically sighed.
After school we walked together.
It was the month of spring and it was heavenly weather.
I told her that from me god my mother did steal.
She told me that time will heal.
From that day on we are still as one.
Together loving laughing and having fun.