When They Met Poem by Saiom Shriver

When they met
the sun was sinking
Into the sea
His rays were pinking.

When they met
the stars were twinkling
EastRise Moon out
of clouds was blinking.

Pebbles in the falls nearby
were tinkling.
As wish coins drop
into fountains clinking.

Each other's eyelove
they were drinking
and in their souls
did dawn the inkling

that two hearts
were forever linking.

(to Mary Beth and
Michael W)