I Know You
Some say there’s nothing special about
watching the waves pound the shore,
or any gold at the end of the rainbow.
Some say there’s no song in the wind,
or any romance in a full moon rising over the ocean.
Some say there’s no beauty in the clouds,
and no sound in the trees.
Some say there’s no joy in watching the
summer wheat sway in the fields,
or any splendor in the sight of wild horses
playing along the hilltop.
Some say there’s nothing exceptional about
the greenness of the leaves.
or any groaning in tree limbs
when the wind blows through them.
Some say there’s no shapes in the clouds,
or any smell of fresh cut grass.
Some say there’s nothing sexy about
A short, tender kiss so soft that it just is felt.
I know better. I know you.