Entangled Affections: Instructing the Heart's Desire

Amidst the hallowed halls of thought,
Where knowledge blooms and is sought,
Thine eyes did more than scan the scene,
For in my gaze, a craving keen.

Dearest pupil, a flame you sparked,
In teaching’s guise, our journey embarked.
Yet, I stand here charmed, beguiled,
By the lessons from thee, my love reviled.

You're my teacher and my dove so tender,
Under your wing, my guard I surrender.
A caress of intellect, a touch so fine,
The line betwixt our roles to entwine.

A whispered secret, an assignation stealth,
Fueling our love, restricted by health.
In cloistered corners, our whispers breathe,
A bittersweet union under the ebbing heath.

I've taught you much, the world's wide weigh,
Yet, in your eyes, I'm taught love's gentle sway.
Covetous glances, the academy's rule,
Finding solace in passion's deep, dark pool.

Your innocent query, an allure so crisp,
Responses quiver upon my lips.
A forbidden script we silently rehearse,
In hushed tones, our desires converse.

We are but players in this clandestine dance,
In each other, both peril and expanse.
In you, my student, a fervor I see,
Yet, it is I who learns of love's decree.

As daylight fades, we shed our masks,
Embracing the paradox our love tasks.
So while the world may never consent,
In each other, a pedagogue’s love is spent.

Thus, entwined with knowledge’s art,
Teacher and student, never to part.
An enigma bound by the soul’s decree,
You remain my mentor, and forever, my protégée.