Platonic Feeling

Who I am and Who I'll be
I owe to my Teacher
She changes all my body's cells
Although She doesn't see it.
She generates my every thought
Although She denies it.
And represents my every hope
Although She doesn't know.
She makes me up, She makes me up.

She is the best who ever lived,
Her glory frightens the Olymp,
Eternity is not enough
To list all merits and all crafts.
And no one ever can describe
Her beauty, features and Her smile.
She makes me up, She makes me up.

I act sometimes on Her behalf
And represent Her furry tail.
I store each word that She pronounce'
And when She smiles - I faint.
She makes me up, She makes me up.

She makes me up, She makes me up.
Now I have sense and taste for life.
I will give no one else my heart.
She can’t refuse it as I swear.
She makes me up, She makes me up.
Each second, minute of the year.
She makes me up, She makes me up.

2011
(Стих о платоническом чувстве, "She" можно поменять на "He" в зависимости от того, о ком читается стих).