I had asked myself

The same question

Many times

Was I falling in love with Eve

But I knew that I was not in love

I was very fond of Eve

But it was not love

And although I had not asked her

I knew that she felt the same about me

Why complicate what is uncomplicated

I loved her naturalness

And her total lack of inhibition

But whilst she revealed everything

Without much thought

I was very touched

When she showed me

Her collection of pebbles

These were not ordinary stones

As each had weathered

In such a way that a window

Had been created by the sea

I asked my companion

Why she found these windows

So fascinating and so deeply magical

She did not answer and suggested

That it was time for another swim

As the hot afternoon sun

Was beginning to fade

Slowly into the sea