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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464030" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Silent Teacher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I again try to write for him<br>To tell him how I feel<br>And again my thoughts just fall off the page<br>None of the poetic leaves of my tree <br>Of feeling for him come back into play when <br>The pen hits the paper <br>He says I stroke his confidence<br>He will one day pin mine down </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the stars were playing tag team with my eyes <br>He was with my heart <br>Looking deep in to my heart <br>Looking deep in to my soul <br>Through the sexy curves of the letter O<br>For being so far away that’s all we have for now </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In he’s charming poetic way he tells me that he cares for me <br>Oh yes from now until forever <br>The forever that’s beyond the sea <br>Beyond the ears can hear <br>And beyond the heart can break <br>I will care for him </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So different from the others <br>They just wanna use me as their toy or for their joy <br>They just make me cry <br>Take advantage of my great desire and deceive my young mind<br>To get what they want</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not him <br>He is the one that calls me his princess <br>He is the one that has cute nick names for me <br>That makes me smile <br>Within his clever words <br>The feeling of I’m high starts in my eyes <br>The smile emerges on my face <br>The butterflies try to charge though my stomach <br>The need the desire becomes so great for him </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is my silent teacher<br>Teaches me what’s right and <br>What’s ever so wrong without even a sound <br>He will teach me so many things I’m sure of it <br>Things of mystery that I already know and <br>Some that are still a mystery to me <br>For he is my silent teacher<br>Waiting to fill me up with his hard and thrusting knowledge<br>And I am willing to take all of it in<br>Many times a day</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mrs.+Cynosure">Mrs. Cynosure</a><div class=q>
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To tell him how I feel
And again my thoughts just fall off the page
None of the poetic leaves of my tree 
Of feeling for him come back into play when 
The pen hits the paper 
He says I stroke his confidence
He will one..."></div>
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