![]() ClassmatesA Poem by Poet Pittinix![]() This is a high school love poem.![]() Dev was looking on as
Carina was jogging along the track. Even though she passed him in the park many times, She pretended not to
notice him gazing at her. His thoughts went wild as
she treaded the final lap. How he wanted to walk her to
the changing room.
He used to sit behind her
in biology class, But he never made a pass
at her as the other boys did. He would just watch her go
when the bell rang. She did not know the one
whose heart loved her so. If she had suspected it, he
would have admitted it.
The coach had subjected
her to rigorous training, But the young lady was
equal to the task. Carina was the most
impressive girl on the team. She competed against the
best athletes, And she became a gold
medallist at the age of fifteen.
She did her best in the Junior
Athletics Championships. Cheerleaders danced and
waved colourful pompons While enthusiastic
spectators shouted and applauded. He joined the standing
ovation in the front row. She got an adrenaline rush
as she approached the finish line.
The following week they were
back in private school. One day the shy boy waited
for her in the library, Poised to make a
long-awaited move. He told her how he felt
about her for the past few months, And he said he wanted her
to be his girlfriend.
Fortunately, he picked the
right girl and the right moment. She told him that she felt
the same way about him, And she prayed that he
would say something to her. The first time he kissed
her lips, he swept her off her feet. Three years after graduation,
he became her fiancé.
Two straight-A students
found the love of their lives. Nobody thought she would
fall in love with him. They went from classmates
to being a married couple. Sweet Carina gave her heart
to Dev in the fall of 1998.
He made her a very happy wife
and a mother. © 2025 Poet PittinixAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Poet PittinixKingston, West Indies, JamaicaAboutHi everyone, I'm an author from Jamaica. I write poems, songs, and short stories. Do not send me any private messages. I came here to read poems and stories and to publish my compositions, not to e.. more..Writing
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