Her eyes were glittering like the comet
which motivated me to write a sonnet.
She is so white even the moon shall envy
her sight.
The way she swings her palm
makes me feel calm.
The way she whispers makes
my heart tremors.
When I give you a look,
I forget to read the book.
You are so pretty and you make
me feel witty.
You are the one who I always coveted and in your
search I always wandered.
I accept your command with alacrity
even after it causes mutiny.
which motivated me to write a sonnet.
She is so white even the moon shall envy
her sight.
The way she swings her palm
makes me feel calm.
The way she whispers makes
my heart tremors.
When I give you a look,
I forget to read the book.
You are so pretty and you make
me feel witty.
You are the one who I always coveted and in your
search I always wandered.
I accept your command with alacrity
even after it causes mutiny.
This poetry is dedicated to my ad design professor; they should never be so pretty because you shall end up writing poetry for them rather than mastering your wisdom.
No comments:
Post a Comment