Poetry?
you don't need words.
You only need,
A woman,
With hair that cascades irredescent in the sunlight,
Eyes that search your soul and yet fill it to overflowing with a merest glimpse.
A smile that disarms the strongest will,
and a touch that pierces the heart.
add to this,
The plain beauty of the meadow of buttercups and the sunlight dappled through new leaves,
The new fallen rain on long grass and the peace and solitude of a world that exists on the edge of your awareness.
Who needs words when the world has such pleasure?
