Are we lovers or are we liars?
(Written in 1993)
Once we believed in rainbows, once we made the wishing well wishes.
I remember a September Fall day in 1978, the prettiest girl I ever seen. Came to me and she told me, hello Johnnie, hello laughing American. I have been looking for you.
I looked in the eyes of river blue and I asked her. You have found me and what will you do with me now? She smiled and she took my hands. She whispered. We must find out my loco American.
Love is a ocean storm, I learned. Youth and the Irish whiskey make us believe in the miracle of love. You were my Fall happiness, my Winter joy and my Spring blessing.
War, life and separation killed our utopia of locked doors, cigarettes and our sweet songs. I allowed you to escape and I broke my…
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