Whispers of Love

The Whisper of Love The mild spring wind whispered: I love you and stroked my face… but then it clouded over the wind hoarsely shouted: I love you. I fled indoors but it howled nonstop by the French window: I love you, and I held my hands against ears as not hear. Angrily I hollered back: go away I never cared for you, your obsessive love is too much to bear, strangling me. But I tell not truth, sweet Marilyn, I love you more now than before; the wind became a mild zephyr and said: I know, I know my darling. The almond tree said: I thought it was me you loved, my flowers you admire. But you are deflowered now. I said. This is the rudest thing I ever heard said the oak and shook it crown so sadly that a crow family fell out. and cawed crossly at me. Don´t you get I said I love you all you´re nature the air that I breathe the food I eat and the grass I walk on. But the olive tree spoilt my words by pretentiously saying: one, who loves all, loves no one, and eastward the crow family flew.