On the crest of a wind you bought me back home,
Gently we drifted through days,
No cares, no worries, just time to reach out,
Taking the time to learn what we're about,
I saw in your eyes how your heart became charmed,
Endearing my own to feel strongly,
Sometimes we find that love's not always fireworks,
But that love sometimes comes to us softly.
I saw in your eyes how your heart became charmed, Endearing my own to feel strongly, love walks in with soft feathery steps....... so true dear poetess. Sarah. thank u. tony
The inescapable truth in your poetry always arrives and settles in. In this case like a soft song. Wisdom finds the beauty without fireworks but instead in calm rhythm. A monumental joy delivered with a whisper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I saw in your eyes how your heart became charmed, Endearing my own to feel strongly, simply beautiful........ such a nice peaceful poem.. dev