Geometric Joy

After a day not so great,

When my heart can bear no more,

You offer up a smile,

Which I have grown to adore.

 

Isosceles, scalene, or square,

No matter how you look,

Your embrace remains the same,

And your warmth is still there.

 

You didn't come from Indonesia,

Although you are not from here,

I don't know where I'd be wihtout your restoring touch,

I love you pizza.

This poem is about: 
Me

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