There are those times
When words are not enough,
They hang like clothes on a line,
With the wind whipping through
Them, making them dance to
A rhythm that is fleeting.
Sometimes they touch then
Blow in the wind again.
Words are like that sometimes,
Blowing away in the wind,
Falling on deaf ears...
If this were not so, by now,
You would know that I love you.
Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-are-those-times-when-words-are-not-enough/
