Shadows fell apart before my very eyes
as I consumed your presence before me.
The titter tatter of raindrops . . . .
seemed like sounds from fairyland
a mystical rhapsody. . . .
Alas, I allowed my soul to be swept by this infatuation
to the teacher that once guided my words to her heart
as I knelt before thee ... my fair lady
be it as thy servant or they slave
take me as you desire ...
for truly ... I am but a speckle in your glorious moment
where I would rather not exist than to exist without thee
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Author:
Huzaidi Hashim (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written for my English teacher who taught me how to express myself in poems. Although she has left us at a young age of 45, her memory will continue to live on in the words she taught us when she was still alive. She will always be my inspiration!
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Nice tribute to your teacher. I'm sure she will be pleased as she reads your beautiful words from above. Very touching. I give you a 10.
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