The classroom was hot and then it was cold
Blood red blushes made it all obvious
Though what glances betray is manifold
We see what to them was impervious
She asked herself why he ogled her so
And why he was always leering near her
Long moments he paused pacing to and fro
'What are we playing' her eyes asked demure
He thought to himself 'I must stop flirting'
No matter how pretty, how sweet she looks
And I don't love her, though it is hurting..
None of it's real; we're living through the books
She feared and knew he could disregard her
He feared to show, he too, had to suffer