Saturday, May 15, 2010

To Sir with Love

Those schoolgirl days
Of telling tales, and biting nails, are gone

But in my mind,
I know they will still live on and on

But how do you thank someone
Who has taken you from crayons to perfume?

It isn't easy, but I'll try

If you wanted the sky,
I would write across the sky in letters,
That would soar a thousand feet high:
"To Sir, With Love"

The time has come
For closing books; and long last looks must end

And as I leave,
I know that I am leaving my best friend
A friend who taught me right from wrong,
And weak from strong -- that's a lot to learn
What -- what can I give you in return?

If you wanted the moon,
I would try to make a start . . . but I
Would rather you let me give my heart

To Sir, With Love

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