Absolute Zero

One day in class, the teacher asked,          
“What is the lowest temperature called?”            
I’d like to say I was paying attention,        
But there was a girl and I was enthralled.              
             
Her name was Chloe, she sat in front of me,            
Her hair was long, golden, soft to the touch.            
The aroma was heady and sweet, like lilac.      
I was under her spell, it was all too much.              
             
Daydreams of her soft lips filled my thoughts.            
I wondered how they would taste on mine      
Or how she looked when she smiled at me,           
I was all aflutter as I looked for a sign.            
             
As I was thinking of my chances with her,            
I suddenly heard, “Charlotte, Do you know?”            
My thoughts came crashing back to class           
And I sighed. “Absolute Zero, Mr. Snow.”