THE FEMALE TEACHER
At a time you were a very beautiful girl,
A sweet cerise fruit was on your lips,
A bird sang in sunny garden,
A flower bud seemed as your particular love,
Greenish a braid compared to soul as leaf,
Innocent bluish eyes meant youth appearance,
Leaving old summer white dress,
You left back your ivory age.
Being a female teacher in Quang-Da,
You carried along the life happy souvenirs.
In French hour there was a pupil,
Without knowing by heart his lesson, so embarrassing;
Suddenly your eyes were strangely bright.
A Savor somewhere appeared,
He turned his head to watch his teacher,
Then self-confident he naturally voiced:
" Mademoiselle, parlez-moi d'amour "
(Teacher, please tell me about love)
A bit perplexed the teacher quickly browsed it,
After questioning it was known,
That yesterday lazy he entered Lido movies.
Without knowing the title of that movie
Was the answer to forgotten lesson!
The old female teacher love was broken,
Once and once only.
Separated since yellow leaves autumn,
He went far, very far.
This evening the street end only you walked,
Called your love indefinitely,
Man disappeared in deepness.
Only remained in you a vague remembrance.
Deserted pine hill distracted and solitary,
Only showed us a surrounding wilting color.
Your sad heart opened its fragile door,
To hear somewhere lovesickness shooting...
RGC 04-02-2007
