Sometimes, love is a very quiet breeze
Gently swaying May cherry blossom boughs.
Pink cotton candy drifts cool waves and tease,
Softening paired footfalls on stony paths
To forgiving ground, where, as if by chance,
Eyes meet, lock and know the hearts tidal roar
Of secret aching need in one seismic glance.
Sometimes, one misses quiet breezes,
and does not see the swaying blossoms.
And does not taste the cotton candy
until the roar of Tsunami, urgently knocks,
and joins, as if by chance, the aching hearts.
And eyes that meet are hands that grasp,
and closeness locks the hearts in one,
where time and tide respectfully
will stand back for eternity.
This is so beautiful it takes my breath away. How can you write such funny, non-sensical poetry and then come up with one line this? (A man of many talents!) Raynette
This is, indeed, simply beautiful. Serene and enchanting. t x
This is beautiful. A real little gem and I'm glad I found it. Hugs Anna xxx
Yes, it was very clear. Nice way to write. That's why I asked if the 'L' was your wife.
Raynette and Mary, I hope it is clear that the first stanza is 'her' speaking, only the second one is 'his' answer. H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We have to wonder who the 'L' is............your wife? Sincerely, Mary