LOVE

is a language that the

blind can see

and the

deaf can hear.

I want
to believe that
you left
at
the best
possible time.
When you and
the
big man upstairs
had talked
about
what would
happen after your
lifetime.

Your eyes.
A menace.
Yet something so precious.
Your look.
So cold.
Yet as valuable as gold.
Your touch.
So tough.
No feeling of love.
Your words.
A lie.
Only to hurt they try.
And you smile.
Oh, that smile!
Makes you forget about the rest.
Instantly...

your eyes are soft.

Your look is caring.

Your touch is gentle.

Your words are kind.

I could stare
into your eyes for
hours
at a time.

Your
mind
is on vacation
but your
mouth
is working
overtime.

I
would have
behaved;
only there were
too many
other
options.