Looking beyond dominating classes and getting BSc’s,
Beyond the beautiful curves every man wants to see,
Far, far beyond the materialism which doesn’t buy her class,
I see a level of virtue only common to a few.
A level of intelligence which keeps scoring her goals,
Balance in her walk make mercury go to hell,
A sweet white dress flowing through the mind of the eyes,
Directness of her ambition, accomplishment through submission,
Destruction to those against her, wreaking havoc to her enemies,
Yet a sweet soft voice,
Only a flute’s keys can please.
Heavenly personality, a bit aggressive socially,
Few friends, a circle, trusted for her mental stability,
A fair complexion that radiates that laugh of exuberance,
Whispers sound like cursive, the thoughts of an obsession,
And my admiration goes on…