I was a woman that blew
within a New York
snowstorm,
during a winter
when your eyes
danced with shadows
of what you desired,
dreamed of
yearned for.
I wore dandelions
as necklaces when
other ladies
strutted around
in stilettos,
walking upon cracked
streets of Mafia town
in a daisy skirt and flip flops,
while leopard leggings were
the norm, pizza is a breakfast food,
and purse snatchings are
a normal start to the day-
Sticking out like a lost sheep
in a strangers heard,
you spotted my colors
like a rare design
in a cloud formation.
I'm forever grateful
you found me,
allowing the oddities
of rarities to shine
during a blizzard
in spring,
you noticed the beauty
that took me so long to
even see myself.
If I was to write of
all the times you
placed a smile upon
my soul, there would
never be a "The End"-
Just a rambling writer,
a woman who is truly
loved by her man.
