Erin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Erin

I took her in my car
-she needed ride to shop.

Huge were her eyeballs
-bright and very white.

I remembered my past
-and fat tail of my lamb.

It was killed for its meat,
-far before being ram.

When skinned was its tail
-resembled white mountain!

Her iris was bright
-did not ask about why
- "Is it lens? Or natural? "

I could see the red lines,
-when she looked to a side.

With her words, character,
-she did carve some spots
-and dug deep in my heart.

Since want her to stay
-don't think of courting her.

Possibly is better
-to remain two friends…

"But you are man, woman,
-and what if? " you may ask.

I leave that to the time
-to answer and reply!

Leave us to be friends
-just friends, good friends
-friendship can remain…