The Professor - 4/18/13

Professor.

I thought myself to be a professor of love,

As in: someone professing it to another.

You were the professor, however.

Teaching a young brother. 

Showing me things...

Holding a mirror to my flaws,

Filing down my claws with constant applause,

Positivity parrying my negative propensities with nary a pause.

Never straying from staying down for the cause. 

Committed to growth.

Unyielding, unrelenting.

From having fun to venting,

Giving love, showing love,

Teaching love, knowing love,

All without dissenting. 

True presence of the something I'd been missing.

Just as open to talk, as you are to stop and listen.

Professor.

I thought myself to be a professor of love,

As in: someone professing it to the world.

Her? 

Why yes, that's my girl. 

Boasting loudly, proudly.
Writing odes and such,
Feeling a certain way and saying as much,
Putting it out there for the world to see.
Telling the world how happy you made me.
However...you said far more with no words.
Expressions coming from a great place with great haste.
Speaking directly to the soul.

Anthologies of affection told through your actions;

Library of love in your heart.

Apparent from the start.

Rather than put on for the world, 

You focused on playing your part.
A leading lady destined to be a star.
Type of lover desired near and far,
Forever giving effort above and beyond par.
All because you love with everything you are.

Professor. 

I thought myself to be a professor of love,

As in, someone professing it to you.

Expressing feelings that were true...

Feelings that came from a place deeper than I knew.

Similes? I had a slew.

Metaphors too. 

However,

Not even a plethora of poetry could describe it. 

The delighted, excited, ignited, incited.

It was an unexpected occurrence...

And I didn't know how to make it flourish,

How to fuel it. 

You did though, 

And you did it so effortlessly that I felt foolish. 

Saw love, saw how it illuminates what the truth is.

Professor. 

I thought myself to be a professor of love,

As in: someone that really knew about it. 

However, 

I became a student of yours,

And there was nothing I could do about it.
To tell the truth about it,
I don't know what I'd do without it.

The fire you lit still burns,

A sign of true lessons, life lessons, learned.
I appreciate her for making me better.

Bless her, the Professor. 

-A. Lewis