I love them all differently.
It’s funny how they get insecure.
How foolish of them,
not to see what I see.
She interlaces with my thoughts
like threads of silk,
just the right blend
of wit and emotional depth —
like a perfectly baked cookie.
The kind of beauty
you only find in romance novels.
Her silly little laugh and smile.
She has the best eyes.
When she grins,
they turn into crescent moons.
And when they land on me,
I see a window into a castle
that smells like coffee and fresh laundry.
Her hugs, though rare,
feel like sunlight
spilling through a window.
She is loud,
unapologetically present.
She feels everything —
joy, sorrow —
and shows it like a soundboard.
She is fragile,
not like a flower,
but like a bomb.
She’s quiet at first —
soft-spoken,
but beneath the surface
glimmers her mischief.
She looks like a field
of pink tulips in bloom,
and hearing her laugh
feels like running through it barefoot.
This one has talent —
a storm of it.
I just hope she’ll be okay.
She’s got that kind of nose
artists love to draw,
and her rhymes?
They could never fail to make me snortle
How foolish I was
to forget how lucky I am.
In a world like this,
what would I do
without them?
Writer – Bianca Hu
Editor – Eva McNulty
Artist – Joyce Xu
–June 2025–
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