The ones who provided a sound education;
The helpful ones, even in deepest frustration;
The ones who contributed most to this mess;
The ones who were pain and the ones who caused stress;
The ones I pursued without any idea
Of the height of my lust or the depth of my fear;
The ones I ignored because I was too dumb
To notice their hints or understand fun;
The musical ones who coached me to stuff
I'd always desired (there's still not enough);
The poetic opera ones left a pome
On tiptoe outside their Valentine's home;
The hoo-har ones sleeping with ghosts in the hall
Still able to capture with one little call;
The ones who seemed made of uncatchable joy;
The ones I would like to hunt down and destroy;
The awesome ones way too high over my grade;
The generous ones I have never repaid;
The specialest ones I can never repay;
The ones to whom I was unable to say;
The beautiful ones who have suffered my stares;
The ones who supported me through the big scares;
The fantastic ones with amazing soft skin
Whose brilliant grins drew everyone in;
The ones from the east; the ones I admire;
The ones who caressed 'til my brain was on fire;
The ones who teased out all my secrets at night
With Pimm's, stunning smile and cross-facing might;
The ones who I wanted to carefully fuck
Instead of consistently fucking them up.