Oh cloud, How long would you carry
messages, for those unloved pair?
Your fiancé is waiting for your love
And she is too angry like fire.
She may spark as lightning
She may quarrel with you as thunder
And as a rain she will cry
Then in your tight arms she will whisper in your ear.
Ruma Chaudhuri
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-will-whisper/