Sixty Minutes

I smell the scent
Of your sexy perfume
From a distance
Inches close
Yet like a mile apart.

And as the teacher says
"Everybody raise for prayer",
My heart pleads
The heavens
That you may notice
These eyes
That silently adore you.

As the teachers begins
Her lesson for the day,
I shot you secret gazes
Memorizing your every detail...
Every strand of your hair.

In sixty minutes
I sit beside you
With my heart
Throbbing
Like a crazy timpani drum
And my stomach
Churning
Because of the butterflies
Fluttering within.

In sixty minutes
I wish
That you may give me
A smile...
A second of attention.

And as the teacher
Ends the class,
The sixty minutes end.
Another teacher enters;
it's another sixty minutes.
The cycle starts again.