The Teacher
When we were small we played together,
and since then our lives have grown with memories
that ever grew more sweeter
the longer that we kept our love prevailing,
growing and expanding;
like a flower that would never wither
but uniquely only just continue growing
larger and more beautiful and splendid
in ever increasing sumptuousness of colours,
better even than the Phoenix,
who gets burned sometimes to get renewed;
but our love caught never fire
although it kept growing ever warmer
with the candour of our hearts
that never seem to mature quite enough,
since we continue learning
from each other
of our love
how this the greatest miracle of all
is actually the only thing in life
that can teach something about life.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-01-13 at 18:40
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