Sometimes, love is a very quiet breeze <br />Gently swaying May cherry blossom boughs. <br />Pink cotton candy drifts cool waves and tease, <br />Softening paired footfalls on stony paths <br />To forgiving ground, where, as if by chance, <br />Eyes meet, lock and know the hearts tidal roar <br />Of secret aching need in one seismic glance. <br /> <br />Sometimes, one misses quiet breezes, <br />and does not see the swaying blossoms. <br />And does not taste the cotton candy <br />until the roar of Tsunami, urgently knocks, <br />and joins, as if by chance, the aching hearts. <br />And eyes that meet are hands that grasp, <br />and closeness locks the hearts in one, <br />where time and tide respectfully <br />will stand back for eternity.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-speak-i-answer/
