From: Ted Boucher/Joan Elizabeth

LOVE IS BLIND

once on a bridge
I met a dark stranger.
His eyes were of stony gray.
although he was strong
I sensed he was frightened
maybe of me.
I told him I understood.
We walked together
never uttered a word.
We then exchanged lockets,
and returned to our homes.
I opened the locket 
and scared at what I 
had found 
I screamed
but I only now realized
that the stranger was me.
I to him was ugly
and he was so to me.
But love is blind.
And never once had I
stopped to think       
that I had finally found
a love shared by me.....
and another
So now I look back and think
-full of melancholy saddness-
that I had a perfect love
and he had so to me.

		Joan Elizabeth