Monday, April 16, 2007


I'd like to teach the world, but not to sing.
I need to tell them what true love can bring:
A sense of immortality and worth:
The reason I've been put upon this earth.

I have to teach the world, but not to write,
That "she doth teach the torches to burn bright."
I'll thank my God that they've delivered me,
And realise that it was meant to be.

I want to teach the world, but not to read.
I have to tell them that it's love they need:
The sense of culpability and blame:
How things can never truly be the same.

I need to teach the world, but not a song.
I'd like to tell them where they're going wrong:
To trust to serendipity, not fate:
To just believe your heart and conjugate.


Victoria said...

Awwwww - my poem. Still sounds lovely, and I still truly believe in serendipity. Thank you for writing this for me.

Vicky said...

In case anyone was wondering... I would like to clarify that this "Victoria" is not me.

And this poem is absolutely nothing to do with me at all.

How odd.

Victoria said...
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Victoria said...

No - the Victoria is me, not Vicky. I doubt anyone thought otherwise. :)

I don't see that as odd though.