Erica, O Erica! Poem by Raghurama Raju

Is it her hair that covers her pretty face?
Or is it her face which hides behind her wavy hair?
Either, part of her face or part of her hair
Only Comes to my mind when I think of her!

A strength she may think, her long and wavy hair
But I feel, it's a distraction
Either the right eye or the left
I could grace so far!
And never could I see both!
I want to see her long nails on her long toes
But she always hides them inside her shoes!
Whether it's her sightly bottom
Or her echoing high heels, I no not!
But walking behind her, an eternal bliss!

Erica, I hear people call her
I just watch her with appreciative eyes
And she acknowledges it with a smile!
We never spoke to each other
And we never may!