Atlanta 1997, my first visit to America I recall
I went with a friend called joyous Jessica
With no real intention of “dressing up” at all
But to see and know what Halloween is after all.
There came a beautiful girl Iris and asked me
If I wanted my face to be painted for Halloween play.
Nodding I consented, I don’t know why till today
She painted my face as nothing in particular to see.
Ah, the experience of looking into her eyes blue
Touching her alluring body almost to the full
And she touched my heart while she painted
It was the beginning of relationship wonderful
What a sweetheart! What a heavy Halloween fool!
Wherever you’re, Iris, with love I’m still painted.
Heavy meaning wonderful
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth Place win in:
Contest: Holiday hearth by Linda-Marie, the sweetheart of the PS