School of Love

Across the room, my eyes locked on you.

Hat that's black, t -shirt of blue.

Your milk and cookies, a daily snack.

Minor to some, but I noticed that.

You didn’t talk to many, didn't say much at all.

Not even on your phone that sat against the wall.

Supply and demand, GDP, and opportunity cost.

After that I got lost.

What is the opportunity cost of paying more attention to you than the class?

Should I care? Let’s not get into all that.

Your smile so bright, personality light.

Infectious laugh, sharpest of minds.

Kindest of kind.

Chocolate brown eyes, fingers that fit right in mine.

We finally met, two months later.

It was like an answered prayer.

So perfectly built for me, it was then that I knew

I wasn’t going to get over you.

You were all the bits of goodness that I’d come to grow and love.

Is this what dreams are made of?

After a long six years, we finally took a vow

So perfect you were then, more perfect you are now.

I know there is more to come, a lifetime’s worth.

I know that there is nobody superior on this earth.

To a lifetime of happiness, travel and laughter.

To the class that started our happily ever after.