With loves, eileen

Your whispers are gentle echoes

that sway ardent winds of harmony

and in the symphony of life

each word is wrapped in rhapsody.

We travel separate roads of life

gather flowers along the way and

share the music of their fragrance.

We exist between two winds,

I here under a pale moon

you, the other end of somewhere.

Sometimes when wind blows through trees

I pause to listen and in its passing

I hear the tenderness of your voice

that fills the spectrum of my soul.

You are the chime of warm rain,

the moon that glows through the trees

and within the luster of evening

your aura fills the scene.

I hear the whispers of the wind

see the stars shine in the sky,

but I hold the sunrise in my pocket.

Dance with me within the wind,

then just let me love you.

nice or not?hehez..i love this poem..XD