It couldn't taste better.
Looking at the matter,
The symbolic letter.
The one that flows like water,
Although it is thick like tonic,
Somehow organic,
Which looks like batter,
Or maybe butter.
Its fragrance is a giddy setter,
It tastes intoxicating without a filter.
A computer couldn't explain better,
And so also the teacher.
As it's everywhere without shelter,
Only if it is in the heart's center.
It doesn't shatter or scatter likewise,
It gives imagery to the painter,
The background of a creative writer,
Welcome a starter,
To become a setter,
And later,
Becomes a getter,
It couldn't taste better,
As it is believed for Liquor's water,
It isn't water to drink later,
But what revolves as a feeler,
To embody the act of a lover,
The one that is also a cutter,
Sticking to the latter,
When it matters,
To nip better.
Analysis of the poem.
