She taught him shards of Romeo
And Juliet in lover’s tongue
He watched her as she paced her stage
Before the class with pen in hand
Reaming out the lines as one.
Her summer dress just skimmed her thighs
And auburn hair was piled up high
With sunshine flitting through the blinds
And picking out those golden strands.
He sat and watched her pour out lines,
Wishing he could read with her
And thanking Shakespeare for his words,
For scrawling them across a page
That stood the test of wretched time
And made their way to days so filled
With iPad screens and mobile phones
And Miss Savoy, in Form 7B
The woman that he knew would stay
Forever lodged inside his mind
As perfect love, his untouched Juliet.