They stood there <br />timeless, frozen <br />as a heron perched <br />attention unwavering <br />hands damp <br />and hearts on sleeves <br />with mouths not knowing <br />if they are moist or dry <br />and words failing <br />to reach their tongues <br />they spoke intently <br />with their eyes <br />two minds merged <br />in a single stream <br />and dived deep <br />without thought <br />of breath <br />or life. <br />Love is.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-113/
