Who Is She?

To those of you who do not know her
I think I have a lot to say about her
Her simplicity only makes me ponder
That there can never be any other one like her

To my excellent Cecilia
The one who makes me wonder
And in search of her I wander
And her thoughts remind me of the maker

To my beautiful Cecilia
The one whose beauty takes my speech and make me a writer
But I fear not because I know she’s a reader
And my words are surely going to be delivered

To my brilliant Cecilia
Her words in any argument are always the sealer
Because all she possess are attributes of a leader
And her knowledge cannot be comprehended by any marker

To my athletic Cecilia
Name any sport and she’s a player
Her name reminds the world of the best setter
And that doesn’t make her a bad spiker

To my magnificent Cecilia
In whom all puzzles are clearer
And the truth she says because she’s not a liar
Never melancholy, she’s jovial

To my adorable Cecilia
The one who lives not in accordance of this world as a miser
But will forever remain a giver
And her actions make her a thriller

Now that I have said little about her
You need to see her
To confirm everything I have said about her
And am sure you won’t be disappointed in her

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