When she passed by me with quick
steps, the end of her skirt touched
me.
From the unknown island of a
heart came a sudden warm breath of
spring.
A flutter of a flitting touch brushed
me and vanished in a moment, like a
torn flower petal blown in the breeze.
It fell upon my heart like a sigh of
her body and whisper of her heart.
Sir Rabindranath Tagore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-xxii-when-she-passed-by-me-2/
