She’s a wild flower,
Dangerous and tender.
Her face is like pearls of the water
That beautifies the sea bed
She’s like the blue sea;
Calm and alluring,
Deep and dangerous, with
untamed creatures and unfound treasures.
She attracts bees to her pollen,
Till many men at her feet are fallen.
She’s like a black box
with glaring white inside
in beautiful symphony.
Fine bones like old rock,
Well-chiselled like the pyramids,
Firm mounds like soft clouds
crested on two layers of her chest
in perfect geometry,
Shielding her tender yet strong heart
She’s like Napoleon,
Conquering her world head-on.
She’s like Solomon,
Her wits shine like the sun.
Intricate fingers like petals,
Delicate like the racing tendrils
On a bamboo standing on fertile soil.
Like fresh rain on dry sand;
Her smile refreshes all
Her aura is anti-gravity;
Your mood can’t fall when she’s near
Ivory skin adorned in sapphire
Cool as winter and hot as summer fire
She’s like moonshine—gleaming
She’s like sunshine—glowing
(for CSC students)
Her meal’s like parity;
No error in taste transmittion.
She’s like NDA (Non Deterministic Automata)
You can’t predict her next mood.
She’s an assembler;
She plays with your memory
till you spell your name as eax.
She’s like a loop;
For once you enter, you don’t know
what else to do while in her block
till you fulfill her conditions.
She is a woman.