This woman is the reason that I am writing on this website today.
She was my english teacher who i resat GCSE english with she is a clever thoughtfull and compassionate lady whose charm and wit is only matched by her radiant beauty guess you could say I had a crush....

Marie Claire not a woman could compare to her Brazen ways, and sleek black hair, her eyes of fire hide desire locked behind heavans door.
A drop of sanity a breath of fofgiveness, a siren song lost amoungst the souls of mortal men who is wrong?

If passion was a word it would be yours if love was unforgiving then it would consume you
lost in madness but also in sadness Marie claire this world is never true .

So remember my poem for what it's worth, One cannot defy the earth but bitter the soul which tries for that is when heavan dies.