Somewhere under the adrenaline rush of the initial sight
Of the smile that pierces me just over my heart
Spins a calm breeze that carries the songs of Spring
Summer, Autumn and Winter
With all their melody and harmony.
Beside the turbulent whirlpool
From watching the curling lilt of your hair
Grows the greenest lushest grass
Watered by the beauty that glides effortlessly from your lips
Your hands, your eyes,
And gently cradles and envelops each heartbeat.
Somewhere in the endless hustle bustle crush and rush
Of what every day brings upon us in heaps and loads
There is a soft quiet place filled
With only you and me
And a silent breath between us.
A foolish person once claimed that good things come to those who wait.
But patience is not merely waiting.
The cruelty of impatience oppresses the open heart.