There are those times <br />When words are not enough, <br />They hang like clothes on a line, <br />With the wind whipping through <br />Them, making them dance to <br />A rhythm that is fleeting. <br />Sometimes they touch then <br />Blow in the wind again. <br />Words are like that sometimes, <br />Blowing away in the wind, <br />Falling on deaf ears... <br />If this were not so, by now, <br />You would know that I love you.<br /><br />Dorothy (Alves) Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-are-those-times-when-words-are-not-enough/
