Oh Elora I wish you would know I adore you.
I just know you were precocious it shows.
You're precious and I'm pretentious.
Elora, Elora lure me into lands of melancholic.
Despising the deep burning passion of hatred held in my heart for you.
My eyes wander yet lead back to you.
Daze, daze, daze I feel daily from you.
Love, love, love I say I love you.
You're above everyone at such a young age but you are under my skin.
My patience is wearing thin but my skin stays thick.
Ixora you're an ixora with soft pink fragile petals.
I'd desire to pull them off. But the guilt would linger on my fingers.
--Kim G., 6th-8th Grade