Pretty is how she looks,
And passionate of books.
This girl is nothing like you ever met,
Rare and sweet like a latin alphabet.
Inteligent she is,
Caring too.
I think she is allergic to pine, a radical sign.
And her name is the first letter of each line.

PS : Dedicated to someone who wonders if I’m writing about her.
I am.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

even in autumn
she wore flowers
in her hair

as if
they belonged
next to her beautiful
mind
like the daisies
belonged
growing within
the grass

she was an angel
in a summer dress
whispering
To me
her darkest secrets

like precious gifts
She spilt them
from her sweet tongue
into my mouth

and i knew i would
never again
go hungry
as i ate every
single
one