…She didn’t need a man to live her life,
She needed him because of who they were;
But had to cross an ocean of regret
For their chance meeting to occur
In Italy among the fields of green
In ancient ruins, now restored to light
She knows that next year, they’ll be back again
For love has left the ground, and taken
Flight
Gorgeous poem and lady!
Thanks, Melanie!
You’re welcome! Thanks for sharing your art with us! 😙 💜