#WritcoPoemPrompt21
You sat with me under the shade of the trees,
Reading out the words that made no sense,
Not once did you lose faith,
Or let me be,
The slow and steady learner,
The butt of all the jokes,
Duffer! Failure! And more...
being a subject of ridicule
I gaze into your hypnotising night eyes as it focuses keenly on the small notebook on your hand.
Brows...