My Prize

My Prize

A Poem by Ruzica

You were my professor
and I was your flighty student
and you could never teach me to
think before I loved

You were always so serious
with your frowns
and your sad grey eyes

and I was a swirl
of dancing skirts
and little white lies

You talked with me
and you walked with me
for many winter-kissed miles

and when I felt you turn away
I tickled your hidden smiles

And I want you to know
you were my first place prize

© 2014 Ruzica


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Added on July 1, 2014
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Author

Ruzica
Ruzica

Serbia



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A Poem by Ruzica


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A Poem by Ruzica


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A Poem by Ruzica