The Eye Of The Storm

When I first met you I was so struck by your simplicity and by your sweetness of speech and manner that it became difficult for me to shut you out of my mind. You were rather clumsy and shy and quiet and acted as if you had spent the last ten years of your life locked up in a library - hardly the kind of girl any man dreams of. But sometimes it is the quiet ones who attract the most attention. In life, there is a constant whirlwind of motion and sound all around, and then there is the quiet one, the eye of the storm.