I am like rain running down your face.
A good memory that's hard to replace.
So, do you feel my love rubbing off on you?

Like a good miracle sent directly to you.
Some, things in this earth are designed solely for you.
So, do you feel my love?

My love, yes, my love.

I am like a fantasy that you seek to be reality.
And within time, I going to be more.
A man that will bring you nothing but joy.

So, do you feel my love?
Feel it, feel it, feel all of it.

Don't believe, what you hear.
Oh, no-don't you believe what you read.
Unless I tell you, most will be rumors ad allegations.
Just to gather attention.

Ask yourself?
Do you know the real story?
Or going by something someone told you.
And many just attention seekers.

Sure, there is no guarantee I tell you everything.
Because in truth I just might be at blame.
So, unless I honestly tell you, you only going by rumors and allegations.

So, ask yourself?
Truly ask yourself.
Do you know the real story?
Especially if it concerns me.

Just put yourself in my shoes.
Would you accept someone talking lies about you?

Yes, somethings should be told.
Then some secrets never, never at all.

Duh, you ask me.
I told you, duh.
What else you expect?

You already knew what needed?
Sometimes, you make me think you going crazy.
And mostly, you hear duh.

But sometimes that duh requires a fist sandwich to hear, why?
Then think before acting out because that's a violent crime.

Eyes, open and I speak to you, yes, each morning.
Even, without a warning.
Each morning, I speak to you with love.

Just to see the glaze in your eyes.
Just to see the brightness of your smile.

Each morning, I say I love you.
Like each night too.
That's what those in true love try to do.

There is no certain routine to it.
Or any command to do it.
I just have to stick to it.

Yes, ear hustlers exist.
They at home, at work, and even at church.
Instead of concentrating on themselves.
They seem to be concentrating on your conversation.

What little bit they hear?
Has now became a blown up story.
With more added details than they ever know.


That's how the ear hustling stories goes.

One small detail that they came in the middle of has destroyed many relationships.
What makes us get involved in things not related to them?
Is the oldest question to ever be asked.

Ear hustling in school.
Ear hustling in the homeroom.
Makes you know that many are concern with you.

What rumor that is spread?
Never has that much truth within it.
Maybe a half percentage if at all.

Oh, the rumor mill won't ever fade.
Some people lives to talk about people they do and don't know.

Salute to the teachers that don't let one of their student falls to the sideline.
Salute to the teachers that's determine to find out, what's bothering a child?
If they shy, many hates to read before the class.
While others soaks in the joy of it.

Salute to the teachers that's determine educating a child.
You won't fail because of her/him.
It's not an option you have the permission to turn down.

Yes, all instructors know you can give them a book.
And can't force them to read.
Except, in your class you're determine to know the various reasons.

Salute to those teachers determine in educating a child.

Oh, we see the politicians speaking.
And talking before the cameras.
But many of them could stand a little more education.

Even I , as I write this poem.
But you must respect the baby sitters for parents.
Who assigned to watch them learn and grown?

When the score of students learning comes upon the news.
A teacher should take pride in knowing they're not talking about you..

Because you took pride in educating a child.

You wasn't pushing to be a private school instructor.
You wasn't complaining about being a public school educator.
Because when you pay close attention to facts.
One is no better than the other.

One just has more parents pretending to be wealthy,,

A teacher is a motivator.
A promoter too.
And all they ever need is a child determine to be something.

And with that determination many will leave a great  impression upon their parents.