My aunt went blind from glaucoma,
but her humor remained intact.
She called my mother (her sister)
to describe that day's scene, exact.

"A man with no hearing or speech came by;
he'd been to each house on our street.
He held up a sign - I heard its loud flapping -
To explain the point of this meet."

"I'm blind, and I can't read your sign," I told him.
But he could not hear or explain.
"I think I've found True Love, " Auntie said.
"All our fights would be in vain!"