As the trees lost in silent darkness in the night <br />As mountains gathering wisdom in their meditating stance <br />As flesh talk to the weapon that cuts it <br />As the arrow whispers to the bow while leaving from it <br />As the rivers converse with the banks while running away <br /> <br />I was trying to tell you how do I love you <br />But now let me forget it <br />For when it comes to love <br />Poet is a rag picker <br /> <br />Perhaps I will look into your eyes and that will tell you better.<br /><br />george mathew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-and-lover/
