The minutes click by so slowly
as I wait for class to finish,
Hoping that she has been there
and left me another locker note.
Grinning to myself
as I recall past notes,
Of the jokes and the flirts
that we have shared.
Her name is like honey
on the tip of my tongue,
Her smile is a beacon
lighting my path ahead.
Rushing out the door
and down the hall,
Flinging open my locker
to find another locker note.
Her sweet perfume
clings to the folds,
Enveloping me slowly
as I read her words.
Looking up I catch her smile
as she watched me read,
Knowing that a note will be waiting
for her after next class.
Back and forth we go
swapping locker notes all day,
Each more daring and teasing
than the one sent before.
To the edge and beyond
do we tease each other,
Knowing the joy
that the words do bring.
To you my sweet dear heart
do I leave these words,
Better than any locker note
for it will last forever.
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