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An Italian English Student

To Varsity! 
Oh long awaited time
To study literature and rhyme
A time to learn to make words flow
And say to Life a big Hello.

Life’s cup is full up to the brim
And I’ve dived in for a practice swim.
I’ll splash about and drift along
And sing youth’s vibrant song.

The men are always very kind
Until I find what’s on their mind.
I know I will have many scrapes
As well as making great escapes.

I found that men are easy to impress
When I am in my tightest dress. 
With waist so slim, and lots of skin
My eyes will flirt and hearts will win.

I know the men will make a pass
When I attend the English Class
There are so many from which to choose
I’ll love them all, I will not lose.

But there’s one chap that I adore
I wish he’d look my way some more.
I glanced at him, my heart went Wow!
If he’s available I’ll take him now.

I soon found out he was not free
I thought it such a crying shame
That he’d been caught by some other dame.
Her time with him did not last.
I sorted her lightning fast

Lawrence, you wrote about a bat and a snake
But did you know that Love could make your body tremble
And your mind disassemble
Until it is without reason
Knowing only that Love is the Season.

Lawrence, I cannot choose you before Love
For Love is a gift from the Creator above.
It brings to my body a feeling so rare
That your writings simply cannot compare.

Oh My First Love! Every moment apart
Seemed like an eternity
Weighing heavy on my heart.
The world belonged to You and Me

Our love had the brightness
And intensity to make our desires explode
Into a millions of pieces of heat
That would not be cooled until our bodies meet.

Yes. To meet in the stillness of the night
When day has gone, and all is quiet.
To touch each other with a soft caress
Words cannot describe the tenderness

Those days were like a dream.
A dreamy world of Happiness
That I have lived and seen.
Oh! do not take away my dream.
Let me go back to yesterday.
May I leave the world in which I live
And return to where love was mine to give.

Those heady days were filled with fun
As we danced youth’s tune in the sun.
It seems another lifetime away
When I was young, and life was play.

Oh! Those days were magic.
Why is Life so tragic
That Happiness must end,
And Fate will always send
Us to another Act in another Play
Until Death takes our life away.

Although life has changed, and youth has gone
Those memories still linger on.
Of all life’s vintages that I have pressed
There is no doubt my youth was best.

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