My daughter's friend has epicanthus eyes:
not much escapes her cool and knowing look.
The High School boys regard her as a prize,
but we know better, we know someone took
her heart and from the start has queered the pitch
and toss of Chance. Where others dance, advance,
beneath veneer of nonchalance, smiles rich,
she feels condemned to stitch steel surface glance
to hide hid pain, vain tears few ever see.
Perhaps this New Year, blessed by Lady Luck,
may turn tide, ride to joy through harmony,
replacing fears as outlook clears, love-struck.
Epic can't heal those epicanthic eyes,
wheel turns, bell rings, brings bliss, adieu to sighs.

Jonathan ROBIN

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wise-epic-can-t-untruss-epicanthus-eyes-thus/