Once upon a time, I knew a man.
He was not like any other man. He was mysteriously shy and reserved, adored poetry and was in love with Japanese culture.
I was very young and he couldn’t help being older. We used to lock ourselves in his Japanese inspired room and talk for the entire length of a day.
When we bid our final farewell; he presented me with a little fabric covered note book. It was a collection of poems he had written over the years. He opened the notebook to a page and told me that this poem was for me.
His name was Bill and to this date; I often think of him and his boyish, bashful smile.
Happy Valentine’s Day
Lovely artworks are by my nieces, Roya (2006) and Neda (2009).
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