An ensemble of hiss and kisses, a moan, a union entails,
It conceive at the heart of ominous womb,
I heard, it simmers with fire, blubbering, jabbering,
the beating waves of letters creates inside,
anticipates a more desirable phrase, a flattering hum,
a jargon crumbling words swirling to form.
Woe to me as I waited for Serif to come, but San Serif abruptly arrived!
And Decorative wanted to wage war with Script , how beautiful its curvature!
My fount I wanted, their gaudy beauty exemplify, but their bawling their grandeur to another!
The elite yield with richly Script, the trend likes San Serif even more,
the politically correct embark on Serif, and the ancient likes simply Decorative!
Shall I write in vain?
I love the upper and your lower stroke,
looking at the ascender extends my likeness,
but the bar I leaned on makes me strong,
your bowl knock me out with that strokes,
your height measured my longing for you,
the descender as foundation of my baseline!
Let me caress my quill with your blackness,
gently I swerve with quiet motility,
forming a start of curvy-slash creates a thought,
that leads to my undying letter to whomsoever read it.
SAN MATEO, RIZAL,
SEPTEMBER 11, 2017
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