Mr. Heninger Poem by Emily Veasman

Every time I look a pond those beautiful brown eyes I see a light,
A light of happiness that makes my day seems brighter than before.
He always seems to know how to make me laugh even though that’s not his job,
He’s a one of a kind guy, but the sad part is I know that I will never be able to love him,
To hold him, or to wish he would always be they’re for me if I needed him.
All he’ll be to me is a classmate.