Our Poem (or your choice of title)

soothe thy inner flame
it burns thy soul & body
not known is it though

life both fair and fun
never one to pick a fight
eight-striped coloured flag

blade and chalice meet
from their union, comes one more
to the eyes a blade

in his heart of hearts
he feels as a chalice wrapped
entombed within life

when will eyes uncloud?
true beauty is not direct,
look beyond the terms!

in one's life one falls
be it once or many times
can you choose who for?

the boy who moved in?
Sue from fourth grade chemistry?
love could choose either