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.