True Love Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

True love

I read an article
Deep inside felt tickled
With it I travelled
To the past in Iran…
Near town of Fasa

Then a man wanted ride
Stood there on roadside
We stopped…

We faced his insistence
'Must come in, be my guest! '
He said when we got there
And we were hesitant.

In the yard was woman
Beauty and too young
For his age she was child
Ran around a minor.

Hate of his was inside:
'Shame on you, you old man! '
We forced feet to go on
Not wanting further on.

Sat for lunch on floor
Home bread and yogurt
All tasty and fresh.

After lunch a curtain
Was pulled, we invited
There was bed, a woman
Calm, silent, almost half.

Youngest was grandchild
The middle couple's child
'She is my loving wife; '
He said and sent a shock:
'She is my true love
And has been only one.'
Guess had read our minds, hearts.