I was once bored whilst waiting for my students to finish their classroom task. So I wrote this silly poem. Please do not tell the school principal!
Cynthia, how do you dress?
What type of beauty do you possess?
You are so LOVED by HIM
Though you are still unseen
Cynthia, Cynthia, how do you talk?
Give me an idea how you walk.
HE adores you in EVERY WAY
HIS mouth SPEAKS your NAME night and day.
“I would love to dance with Cynthia,” he said
“You have to bring Cynthia here”, he added
Do you expect I would do that, Cynthia?
To me, your name is a great DISTURBIA
Cynthia, HE rejoices at the mere sight of your place
Cynthia, do you think I can still walk with grace?
HE is with me BUT he longs your touch and KISS
HE remembers you every moment with BLISS
Cynthia, how could I erase you in HIS mind?
HE’S addicted to you, like his daily wine
HE feels your presence each time the wind blows,
HIS longing for you is a river that flows!
Cynthia, I am so jealous of you
I could not tell him to bid you adieu
To you, this poem I wrote
I BEG YOU TO LEAVE HIS THOUGHTS!
***Cynthia's mystery is yet to unveil -***