2010-09-09 - 1:19 p.m.
His booming laughter,
it could be heard
as he greeted me:
"My dear, can you feel
that love is in the air?"
It sounded like an old song
(that) once brought joy.
I'd like to believe,
but what could I say?
I didn't see it anywhere.
So I denied: "No way."
His laughter went dead
as he sadly said:
"My dear, your eyes have been blinded
by your own scars and tears."
The Author
