Picnic- Rumi
With a delicate shudder the wind tossed her hair
Auburn waves tumbling free through the air
And with gentlest ease did it flow with the breeze
This most perfect of moments we'd shared
Not a mere single word was uttered that day
With her eyes endless words were spoken
Just a wink and a glance I would answer and say
"Perfects moments should never be broken"
She'd give me her hand- AND I'D EAGERLY TAKE IT!
For no woman or man I'd forsake it
She'd clinched my heart in her gentle sweet clasp
There was never a doubt that we'd make it
We made Love- LOVE?…such a slippery word
Of this truth her and I were aware
But at this single moment I rested assure
That neither the one of us cared
"I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways."-Rumi
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