L
L
She was beautiful:
In her whiteness which resembled elegance
diamonds.
She was subjects of subjects:
In math, the statistical numbers came to
draw
Her goody face.
Seems like white ice cream
Painted with strawberry
A cherry on top.
Her voice, in broadcast, fill the room
with clarity
And softness of sweet air.
In PE, her uptilted breast, which is not
swell either small,
just exact
to a writer’s hands, is like colorful hills that gave life.
And she was the lines
In my verse, which I stroke with my pen
one rainy day beside her.
In the halls of my mind
She was beautiful, she would not wither
like roses
She would always remain L.
