He was two decades old, teaching philosophy,
Towards the regular shape of victory;
A second-class lecture turned into crews of laughter,
Receiving boredom and responding by saying some sailing.
A student of movement, I met the vast auditorium in so many years,
For special tuition, finding the attention of a city.
Striking attraction astounded the effective mind,
And observation was an experiment, of worth.
Then both of us searched the topics of army,
Philosophy and scholarship changed our life;
We married to the welcome of mobility,
Nobility exhilarated proudly myself and him.
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