my white hair <br />always speak of you <br /> <br />it is your beauty <br />that it brags <br /> <br />to my forehead <br />whose furrows <br /> <br />lead me to a pond <br />of sweet memories <br /> <br />the ripples there <br />speak of the rain <br /> <br />and the rain sings <br />about this pain <br /> <br />the pain shows me <br />a scar <br /> <br />the scar remembers <br />the wound <br /> <br /> <br />that you inflicted <br />and i was that man <br /> <br />who believed <br />that once love existed.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-memory-18/
