You are my strength through the weakness of perfection, I pass through the false walls of material mischief, while in your eyes I see the freedom.

This i beautiful, the paradox is greatly put. It deeply expresses the weakness and vulnerability felt through love.

Teachers go through the paths of students and lead a new school through stellar traces of perfect characters.

The image you paint here is not lost on my imagination. Teachers are the embodiment of love, they come to us and ask for our shoes. Just so they can walk in them and see things from our very own perspective, thereby placing them in a position to help.

Love is this teacher. This is beautiful