I think that I met someone like this today, but it wasn't in class, and she won't get away. See I'll share of her art, that is both hers and mine, and inside her heart, there will become a shine. The glow will get brighter and late in the night, those still and deep waters will feel the moons light. The passion belayed for necessity's need must hasten the chance of love's burgeoning seed!
We will sing songs together, and tell stories too, by the warmth of the fire and tides incoming boom.
When the cool of the night finally forces us in, we'll join mind to mind, heart to heart, skin to skin.
See the girl with the foot like a leaf in the wind, well she opened her mouth, and, and I heard her sing, a sweet little song in trembling French,if I teach her to breathe she could sing like a *****! or a goddess or princess or even a shrew with just a few minutes that's what I could do! See the passion is there but the know how is not, but I've got the key, and it fits in her lock.