03/11/2024
CodeNameShe, we are talking of girls in ICT.
I see tea, no wait, that's coffee
On her table, next her PC
Green, white, blue letters on her screen I see.
A girl of class, high class, not for all.
CodeNameShe, that's a class name. Camel case
Private, with too few friends, most not tall.
Not all get be with her, but privileged I sit next to her.
With her, I see a future were we create something,
Giving birth, but to new different ideas
Ideas that will inherit from us, and if so pleased,
They can increase their friend circle.
She guides me, teaches me and corrects me when I'm wrong.
She is now the blueprint of my life. Treasured she is, I'd never treat her like an object
You see, this Woman, my woman equally a new woman is different from my mother, sister or friend.
CodeNameShe, she is smart, charming and beautiful.
She knows how to construct her arguments or debates well
Smart, I call her a constructor
Won't argue much, my one argument constructor. Sometimes empty.
Charming, a-Ray of sunshine in my life
Arrayed with witty, charismatic and pleasant charm.
So close that for-each new event in her life, she let's me in the loop.
Sometimes, while it happens, I'm looped in.
Beautiful, I do not hold my gaze on girls, but she's an exception.
Mind idle, heartbeat interrupted.
Mind awaken, aware and catches this interrupted exception
Specifying "heart skipped a beat"
I'd like tell you more about her and her name,
But for now, let's just know this
And use her code name -- She
Joseph The Poet
