Persian Lady

She is a classic beauty
Statuesque and tall
With a gorgeous smile
Whenever she lets it
Out of hiding.
She carries herself well
With dignity and grace
And an obvious touch of class
Honoring her Persian roots.
She has a natural charm
And a warmth with others
Making them feel at home,
Yet as much as she enjoys
The company of others,
There is a sadness there,
A loneliness deep
And a underlying discontent
With the life she leads.
There is a fire
Burning in her heart
That reflects in her eyes
When she talks
Of things that really matter.
She has a passion for
And a vision of
The life she wants
Which lies beyond
The legal world
In which she dwells.
She has a dream
Of a little furniture shop
Of her own
That hold pieces of quality
From all over the world.
She has even gone back to school
And studied interior design
But the dream still seems
So far away.
Her restless soul
Won’t let her sleep
Until it makes the vision real.
She will be happy then,
She thinks,
As if the circumstances
Will make a difference.
In truth she knows
That she will not be happy
Until she decides to be.
It doesn’t suit her
To maintain that elegant front
While hiding the fire within.
Sooner or later
She will decide
To let her passions show,
And when she does,
Look out,
She’ll be on her way,
As provocatively beautiful
On the inside
As she is on the surface,
A force of one
Making her mark on the world.