Literary Flirt Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

One of the married says
Because of a fault in the evening,
I quarreled with my wife.
I left to work without saying goodbye to her.
So compressed.
In the afternoon I came home depressed
I arrived, but the joy of the soul has not arrived,
When I opened the door, she was red eyed, and cried,
And I saw her tears flood her eyeballs
and to her cheeks slide.
I hugged her thinking she had regretted, ..,
and had decided to apologize or conside,
I started flirting her and decided
her with a romantic love poetry to confide:
'O you the closest to my heart, enough pain,
The tears in your eyes, if it weren't for love,
they wouldn't come out,
And you would'n have cried.'
She left me and said:
'There was no pain at all,
But I am used to cut onions with a knife! '
And she 'onionly' smiled.

Freyad Hugo
Heerenveen,
August,2021