She~by Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa

 

 

She

 

She’s a devil or an angel
This I cannot truly tell
Though known long but not well
She can be an angel that fell

She swears often a nasty devil
Yet she abhors to do anything evil
Every dark secret she may reveal
But all names hidden under a seal

She smiles like a sweet angel
Yet her arms bring you to hell
She can bleed your ears with single yell
But friends she’d rather die than sell

What is she I would like to know
Colors of her wings will not show
How enchanting her face tonight glow
Her hands on my face a scorching snow

Halo on her head easily born
Black and shiny is her horn
Flowers and snakes as gown worn
All logic inside my mind torn

Is she a devil or an angel in disguise
She utters words truth and lies
Scents of honey, sugar and spice
On his knees knelt him who’s wise

Some call her tart, others call her lady
Yet all stop to listen to her melody
Be it a song of triumph or tragedy
She’s a woman of Eve’s parody.

* And she’s definitely NOT me!