My Country Is a FilipinaThe picture that accompanied the letter was that of an eighteen-year-old woman. She was wearing an expensive-looking dress, so fit and snug that it called attention to her delectable figure. Underneath the hemline was a pair of exceedingly well-shaped legs that the picture could not hide. Indeed, from her head crowned with wavy hair, to her ample breasts, her tiny and seductive waist, to the attractive pair of legs, and sandalled dainty and delicate feet, she was truly a vision of loveliness.
Yet, more alluring than those features were her attractive eyes and lips. I ransacked my brain for several moments for the proper words to describe her eyes and lips, but I failed. Even Guini, the real poet, was at a loss for words. Despite this inability to do justice to her
