A Year
It's been a year since I met the artist that I spoke of,
All that I hoped for in the first poem has come true,
A beautiful woman who has fulfilled my dreams,desires,
As if by design we met and knew it was something real,
A year has passed and love has grown stronger by day,
The prayers of us both were answered that late Feb. day,
Our lives are complete, with all two people need as one,
So here's to a mid winter's dream, of meeting an artist,
And seeing and finding the art of true love being displayed.
