Ode To Ghazal Of Iran

Ghazal of Iran,
I first spotted her in Law class,
One fine day in Ottawa,
Raven-haired, slender yet curvy,
With haunting chestnut eyes.

Lively eyes that haunted me,
Even though I was seeing another.
I felt drawn to her,
The petite, argumentative Persian beauty.

What’s a brother to do under those circumstances ?
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Get to know the lady,
Or live with regret.
There’s nothing worse than wondering about “what if.”

We became friends,
Flirtatious study buddies,
She claims to be engaged,
She claims to be married,
I just wanted to claim her.

What an amazing woman,
Sharp of mind,
Sharp of tongue,
Tiny yet strong.

Ya Allah, Why can’t she be mine ?
I’d worship the ground she walks on,
Clasp her tiny hand in mine,
Cherish her until the day I die.

Culture differences be damned,
When a man craves a woman,
Like his next breath,
He must pursue her.

This Son of Africa,
Whose heartbeat soared,
For this daughter of Iran,
Shall Never Forget her,
Sweet Ghazal.