When I First Saw Him, I Never Knew or My Love Story

*Note: in this context "master" means teacher, in this case, a martial arts teacher.

When I first saw him, I never knew...
No strong feelings, just respect,
But it changed into something new,
And all I did, was neglect.

I ran away from what my heart felt,
But there was no escape...
In the end, I had to accept.
To him, I felt agape.

To what I came, for me it's not to know,
His ways are so mysterious, unclear,
It’s like I can't get out of snow!
But what he tells me, what I hear...

I'm just enthralled by everything in him,
His wisdom, caring and his touch...
I just want to kiss him, it's a whim.
Has anyone seen love as such?

He’s fifty-one, and I’m fourteen,
But it’s what my heart feels;
He counts the years ‘til I’m sixteen,
It’s so unreal, so it seems…

I’m sure in my feelings, but!
I need to find out,
Whether he loves me or not,
He thinks I’m hot…

But what can I get out of that?
That word has many meanings,
When we are on the mat,
We can’t show our feelings…

We must have our time alone,
But I am scared,
Although I need his feelings shown!
I am despaired…

He can do anything after all,
Because he is my master,*
Compared to him, I’m small...
How long can I laster?

*Master - repeating myself again, in this context "master" means teacher, in this case, a martial arts teacher.