't was the last class for the day
Bored I was, looking out at the bay.

'The topic is love', the teacher had said
Smiles and giggles, the girls had turned red.

Romeo and Juliet was all I knew,
Looking around the class, I started anew.

Daring to stare at the girls, I started thinking
Was this a new beginning, I kept inking.

Shy glances and whispers, the girls had started
Wry faces and gestures, the boys fidgeted.

There she was, scribbling away with intent
And here I was, watching her with a lot of content.

'The best poem wins a prize' - it was told.
I knew I could win it, if I was bold.

A girl with a pony tail,
did I draw, with clips and curls

Tales of our love,
did I write, with twists and turns.

'Time Up' - The sheets were submitted.
'Valentine's Day, it is today' - The day was credited.

The poems were read aloud, one by one.
They all were good, clean and fun.

She had written lovingly, about mom and dad
I just realised I had not; I felt slightly bad.

It was mine finally, the teacher started with a smile
I wanted to get away from all of them and run for a mile.

'So who is this pretty girl' - she asked me
'I wouldn't know', said I, getting ready to flee.

'I will wait' - She pinned the sheet to the board.
I wanted to tell her, I wasn't a coward.

The bell rang - The class was finally over
As the class dispersed, I was sure I had some cover.

There she was, near the board, looking at the sheet,
I wanted to go out, though stopped to move, my feet.

With my heart pounding and pulse racing,
Loud silence was what it was, that I was facing.

And finally, she turned and smiled at me.
'Happy Valentine's Day. So is it me?'