She was in class eight, I was in six,
Yet we enjoyed our company.
I stayed quite and still,
While she had stories, one too many.
She had her classes in the morning,
Mine was during the day.
We only met during exams,
Yet we had so much to say.
She was big and taller than me,
Wearing spectacles, as she couldn't see.
A topper of her class, so smart and bright,
I was just a shadow living on her light.
I loved to see her, hear her talk,
But there was nothing more I could do.
She never looked at me like a man,
And she wasn't someone, I could woo.