One of my students, Matthew, gave me a collection of Love thoughts for Teacher's Day. Don't get me wrong, he isn't in love with nor am I a pedophile. His mom probably bought it for me as a token of apprecation. This happens to be my favorite.
All paths lead to you
Where e’er I stray,
You are the evening star
At the end of the day.
All paths lead to you
Hill-top or low,
You are the white birch
In the sun’s glow.
All path’s lead to you
Where e’ver I roam.
You are the lark-song
Calling me home!
- All Paths Lead to You
- Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff
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