A/N: Sorry to inform you that this is not a new chapter. I am still going to continue the story but I have lost the thrill of the story for the time being and every time I go to pick up where I left off on chapter12, I do not like how it turns out.
I have even started writing another story, trying to get inspiration for the next chapter but so far nothing is working right.
So, while I try to pull another chapter out of the mess I call a brain, I will leave you lovely readers with this poem I had to write about a preschool teacher who has fallen in love with a corrupt politician who is married and has a little girl… (Unbeknownst to my friend, we made it Sterek)
Young man barely twenty
With toothy grin deceives many;
Yet kind and caring,
His joy never sparing
And all so very daring.
His job full of heart
Teaching children smart.
From Nursery rhymes
To telling time;
Learning becomes fun
As knowledge grows a ton.
His work was his life
And brings little to no strife.
Talkative as he,
Fell in love with not a she.
It was clearly forbidden,
The two kept desires hidden.
Secretly they would meet
But not just only to greet.
In the blanket of night
Made them not rely only on sight.
As daylight grew,
Their hours became few.
No other words spoken,
Only marks left as a token.
He claims he's not a stalker
But a friendly kind of walker;
Roams the park without thought
For the father of the girl he now taught.