She'll Be My Lady Lady. Poem by Barner (Warner/Raju) Keisham

No matter if she clicks a classic (Phone) Nokia, handy and neat,
Her favorite flair might mirror Mandy—charming and sweet.
She chats with Daddy, with laughter so long,
Her words weave wonders, like a lyrical song.

Perhaps she studies Theology, deep and divine,
But hostel life may not suit her spine.
She might pick a PG with a pal undefined,
For movie nights, she's always aligned.

She hums in harmony, sings with grace,
No greedy glimmer shadows her face.
She's a HiFi lady with a burgundy hue,
A splash of sass, yet soft and true.

MTV Roadie? She may or may not fit,
But chocolate candy? She'll never quit!
She giggles at sitcoms, light and breezy,
Her vibe is vibrant, never cheesy.

I'll help her prep for a seminar spree,
Even if the topic's "Antibody."
She'll ask for a getaway, somewhere woody,
And I'll feel healed—her love, my remedy.

So here I stand, with heart not shady,
Forever I'll say—Yes, she'll be my Lady Lady.

Written by Barner Keisham on March 20 (3.27.25 AM)
Recreated on 30-09-2025 20.03 PM