By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra
I never knew who that culprit was,
Nevertheless, by the time I saw her, she gave my heart a lot fuss,
She gave my life a sense of motivation,
Moreover, she led me into a path of new direction.
“Is she a fairy?” I always ask,
Is it horrid, or beauty, that she hides under that mask?
Oh the mysteries that always make me wonder,
Oh such wonderful traits that always make me want her.
What irony it is that I don’t know what she looks like,
To have no idea, on my culprit’s beauty that made me fall in love with just one strike.
What complication it is to define that beauty,
But thank God, I can describe every beautiful part of her body.
She has the most beautiful eyes that shine like pearls,
Her head is flowing with the most beautiful strands of hair that’s full of curls,
She has the most delicate lips that speak the softest words,
And is Equipped with a golden voice that I’d recognize among different worlds.
She stands in the crowd, tall, showcasing her confidence,
Walking like a princess she does, with grace and poise as her greatest evidence,
Her wonderful lips bear out the sunniest smiles,
What something that catches my eyes, even if I’m from a thousand miles.
Besides beauty as her main definition, it is not out of the question, that she is bright,
No matter what she says, no matter how many error she commits, she’s always right,
Moreover, whatever mistake she ever does commit,
Anytime, anywhere, she would be able to erase it.
With beauty, brains and talent, she is well-crafted,
Made by the hands, which are purely talented,
She is an all-in-one creation of God,
The metonymy of perfection, that makes all who love her, feel very glad.
Am I in love with a culprit? A fairy? Or a Goddess?
Has my heart set its target, beneath the heart of a temptress?
Has fate brought me into a den of miser?
Or perhaps, has love lost its way, rather.
My heart, my mind, both overflows with wanders and mysteries,
Fate, Love, and Obsession has brought me these inquiries,
Who is this girl whose beauty screams out, “Love Me!”?,
With soft chains of love that I can’t break free.
Who is this girl that stole my heart?
A culprit of whose thinking is of defined by the word smart,
Whose beauty is of comparable to the Goddess Aphrodite,
And whose lover, is of named by one word, “Me”.
Who is She? Who is this Girl?....
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