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Love Letter from 28-Year Old Wife to 82-Year Old Husband

Submitted by Bill Belew on Wednesday, 25 April 2007No Comment

I wrote a blog about 82-year old marries 28-year old. Many people, as well as myself, believe that it is true love between the couple.  Here, I found more evidence: a love letter from the 28-year old wife, Weng Fan, to the 82-year-old husband, Chinese American Nobel laureate of physics.

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"Cold here, icy cold there. You belong to neither, leaves have withered.

Your face is pale and blue, a tearful smile. Something in your eyes, whispers words of last good-bye. My heart sinks down, tears surge out.

Hot summer. Cheerful Cocktail. You took my hand. We fled into another world of band. You sat by my side, long hair tied behind, cool and killing. Smile floating on the lemonade,soft and smooth. How I was amazed. Your face looked like the cover of the magazine. My head spun. You led my hand, danced along the crazy theme.

Light viewed with wine, elegance mixed with fragrance, laughing covered by greetings, the crowed was busy at handshaking. You stood there, eyes on me. I trembled at the sparkles, more centered than the light. A masterpiece from God, I felt dizzy. We were not near, yet we were together.

Days ended. You said, you would wait for me at the Alps side. We would ski against snowflakes dancing in the sky. I gave no answer but a good-bye to accompany your flight. Gone was the plane, I suddenly tasted my pain. I knew I had been silly and stupid, you were in my heart, I shouldn’t have hidden in the dark. I tried to forget your disappointment. I made believe sometime someday,I would tell you, I feel all the same.

My thought struggled at confessing, somehow hesitation ended in flinching. I continued my role of a fool, clinched to my maiden pride, yet secretly indulged in your promise of the white land –snow measuring down to us, in your arms I am lifted up. The chiming of Christmas bell!

The bell died in the patter of rain, from hell came the laughing of Satan at my brain. Tearful smile, swallowed by the darkness. How could I trace your hair to wipe your tears? My hands reached out,catching nothing but a raindrop, on a leaf that had withered.

Snowflakes have melted into water, we are no more together."

True love? 

 

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