It comes against the cheek with the softness of velvet <br /> It rushes through the air as feathers caught in the wind <br /> It sends the message clear, I love you <br /> A painter's stroke upon the canvas <br /> The lightness of the sun as it streams through the <br /> window <br /> Can you see it, can you touch it <br /> Can you hear it, yes as wind through the trees, the <br /> rustle of the grass <br /> Whispers, Whispers, Whispers<br /><br />Carol E. Doering<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whispers-12/
