I am a burst of wind interrupting the gentle breeze

Rhythm is found everwhere,
About us in nature,
And in life:
The beat of a heart,
The tick of the clock,
The rain pattering
On the roof,
The left-right
Of marching soldiers,
The one-two or
One-two-three of music
And dancing,
The ta-***, ta-***, ta-***-tum-tum
Of the drum,
The tolling of a church bell,
The clang of a fire bell,
The moaning of the wind
In the trees,
The rise and fall of waves,
The ebb and flow of tides,
The accented,
The unaccented.
All add a chorus
To the music
Of poetry.

She’s mad about you and all the
little things you do. How you walk
and how you talk. You should be
like a stop sign. Cause of the way
you make her heartbeats pause and
go off the line. She’s mad about you
because you’re her’s to love to kiss  to
hold, to grow old with and keep. The
love they share is stronger than diamonds
in which it makes it hard for anyone to
come through and try to make it crumble
and crash to the ground the way autumn
leaves do. Or turn to ash that’s coloured in
grey and brown just like a cremated body
does after being burnt in flames. She’s mad
about you and all of the crazy things you do.
This explains why she fell easily for you and
became your wife for the rest of your life* ~