At University Res
For the lady who resides at 7th floor
I meditate as I close my eyes, so much of her glamorous face,
The loveliest aesthetic art that brings me joy and grace –
The definite hue of her skin, her small black eyes, her ethereally crafted lips;
If she were a waitress I’m confident her pocket would be flooding with tips.
O, beautiful is she, if I that may say; she is like a flower that never fades,
She’s transparent, like a lake – her teeth pure white, shiny as new knife blades.
I infer, she is adorable when she sleeps and at dawn when she does awake,
Her kindness and her pulchritude, they mesmerize me –yup it’s true, I don’t fake.
Yesterday I awed with every smile she had thrown at me every time that I’d talked,
But I grew even most in need and in love with her the minute she turned and walked –
And by my lips, I swear, if she offers me a chance to kiss,
If that happenstance ever presents itself I’d definitely not miss.
The truth is simple, she appeases me and I so ample wish she would be mine;
But she frightens me –nevertheless, soon I’d dare her out on a date to dine.
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