Amidst the rustling of leaves and whisper of wind,

there was an olden tale so sweetly penned.

The morn did bring me a sight to behold,

a secret bound look from she who was bold.

Rushing in haste to class I made way,

yet another rushed too in fear and dismay.

A dry abode soon filled with life's breath,

the chilling breeze stole all souls beneath.

All man regained strength once more,

for on the last bench I had secrets in store.

Her steps so graceful, she smiled at me fair,

all eyes aloft her beauty now did stare.

No matter how hard or far they tried to reach,

she shrugged away their efforts like a screech.

My soul was struck with passion,

Though what she thought I could not measure.

If you cannot reveal your heart,

Let your pen hark and look at me,

A twinkle in your eye like a priceless hidden treasure.

Ignored by all here lies love sweetest expression,

olden tales as told bear true impression!