When she passed by me with quick <br />steps, the end of her skirt touched <br />me. <br />From the unknown island of a <br />heart came a sudden warm breath of <br />spring. <br />A flutter of a flitting touch brushed <br />me and vanished in a moment, like a <br />torn flower petal blown in the breeze. <br />It fell upon my heart like a sigh of <br />her body and whisper of her heart.<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-xxii-when-she-passed-by-me-2/
