The breeze was playing with your hair <br />Couple of strands dancing all over your face <br />You were trying to ignore it <br />Tucking those playful strands <br />Behind your ears.... <br /> <br />We were just looking at <br />Each others faces <br />Eyes to be exact <br />Well, we were peering at <br />Each others glazed eyes <br /> <br />Like two musicians <br />Peeking at the score <br />Trying to make out <br />What note to play <br /> <br />Like two writers <br />Wondering clue less <br />What word to write <br />To continue the story <br /> <br />The sun got tired <br />Hanging up there <br />Waiting for us to finish <br />And decided to set <br /> <br />The breeze was still playing <br />With those strands of hair <br />And your hands were trying <br />To keep them tucked <br />Behind your ears <br /> <br />With out taking your eyes off <br />With out breaking the glance <br />You just said <br />'Let's go...' <br /> <br />(The 100th. For you... and because of you.)<br /><br />Rowving Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/was-it-really/
