Been along time since an artist graced my life,
Can remember passion, beauty, sensuality,
One who sees good in bad, embraces it all,
Mother Natures simple pleasures in life, excite,
Be it pencil, paint, clay, crayon, or pen in hand,
She can portray her vision to all, to understand,
Tell her your life, your heart, she'll hold your hand,
Gives of herself, in return she asks you do in kind,
A woman, a friend, a lover, always more to find,
Her smile, her eyes twinkle, brighten any cloudy day,
No matter what is on your mind, she makes go away,
Just you and she, talking, touching, enjoying each other,
Outside, trees, beauty, the water, softly blowing breeze,
'Twas all faded memories from long forgotten days past,
But with much anticipation, I shall meet an artist tomorrow,
'Tis she the one to bring true faded memories long since lost,
On a late afternoon, we both shall see, we both soon will see.
