A story to a "Whisper"

This is a story about her

Equivocal, maybe

Engross, perhaps

From the beginning until the edge

It’s not cloying, I can say.

She’s enthral, together with the ethereal

Traverse slowly, across the row.

And I can see the picturesque of her

Oh, it’s just an ardent

From the beginning I saw her

Laconic, and always smiles,

The beauty resemble by simple style

I always enthusiastic about her

It’s just new beauty of friendship.

She looking from different perspective

Her eye is look catchy

Her hand is look lovely

I just want to say how adorable she is

But instead, I just keep silent pacing some admire.

The beautiful of her arise as soon as smile

Always happy, that’s the fairly scenery

She always at the front, while I’m at the back

Should I meet her, and say something to her?

Admire the magical of her

It’s just fun talking at the blue book

It’s just writing, but it’s enough

Always make me smile, and left boredom.

I always ask thousand of asking

Just want to be friend, as it could be

Something tell me, you are good

As good as she is when she’s walking

I will always remember this story

You could be congruous, and it’s evergreen

Sweet memory once in a chase

Yes, when the learning started at the same place

I love what she listen

A song

and the taste of enjoyment.

Maybe, she has great view

Extracting the moment

while she knew.

I believe this is solely moment

Entire picture of memory, comes from her

It’s just an experience

Looking a fascination through my eye

Yes, she is a friend of me

A good friend perhaps.

It’s just a story of her.

A story that I want to share to her.

Kolej Za’ba, UPSI, 18 May 2012.