Sometimes, love is a very quiet breeze br Gently swaying May cherry blossom boughs. br Pink cotton candy drifts cool waves and tease, br Softening paired footfalls on stony paths br To forgiving ground, where, as if by chance, br Eyes meet, lock and know the hearts tidal roar br Of secret aching need in one seismic glance. br br Sometimes, one misses quiet breezes, br and does not see the swaying blossoms. br And does not taste the cotton candy br until the roar of Tsunami, urgently knocks, br and joins, as if by chance, the aching hearts. br And eyes that meet are hands that grasp, br and closeness locks the hearts in one, br where time and tide respectfully br will stand back for eternity.