When they met <br /> the sun was sinking <br /> Into the sea <br /> His rays were pinking. <br /> <br /> When they met <br /> the stars were twinkling <br /> EastRise Moon out <br /> of clouds was blinking. <br /> <br /> Pebbles in the falls nearby <br /> were tinkling. <br /> As wish coins drop <br /> into fountains clinking. <br /> <br /> Each other's eyelove <br /> they were drinking <br /> and in their souls <br /> did dawn the inkling <br /> <br /> that two hearts <br /> were forever linking. <br /> <br /> (to Mary Beth and <br /> Michael W)<br /><br />Saiom Shriver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-they-met/
