While In Math Class

I wrote this while in Math class with much more important things on my mind. I borrowed my rhythm from the Gershwins.

Though we may not
Eye to eye see
You were my friend,
Who would lead you on anymore?

So I started
Listening to
You, and I learned
You were even more right for me

Than I had thought:
What hath fate wrought
On that day when
I signed and then I came back home?

So we went to
Favored places
People may say
"Who could ask for a better girl?"
Can not say, I've fallen for you.

Soon I'll probably have an actual blog, but until then just another poem.

Blessed are they who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for their's shall be the kingdom of heaven; and blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God.

Why?

This is reason number one for me, this little Georgian girl fleeing Russian advances in South Ossetia: