Who Cares?

She says love is the center of everything, she says it’s the only thing she has. But even if all her wishes came true, she would be unhappy. Unhappy as a child that didn’t get a new toy, unhappy as a circus without a clown, unhappy as the wind that blows slowly behind, unhappy as if she had a broken heart. Who cares if I don’t love you? Who cares if it’s a lie? Who cares if my love for you is precious? Who cares about our life? Her sparkling eyes opened, her mouth shut down, her hair played with the wind and I have to be honest, I guess my love for you is blind.