These visions were organized by creative provisions,
Though the mind is in turmoil. All these artistic seeds
Have been planted in fertile soil. Imagination needs
Experience to develop; if the expressions are to envelop,
And captivate the well-adjusted person`s perception -
To activate their node for aesthetic reception.
Through personal pains, pleasure is what now - frames…
Once upon a New York street, along a pathway of concrete;
There was a manly boy, whose heart was filled,
With only joy (from within this emotion spilled).
His care: to find a woman, with whom he could share
His elation. He searched for her everywhere,
But only met frustration, for she wasn`t there.
In time, he felt incomplete; as daily, he`d meet defeat.
There was a woman of cheer, who lived without any fear
Of potential heartbreak (though she was hurt before).
In every step she`d take, she hoped for love that’s pure;
Wishing on the stars in the sky, that she`d meet her perfect
guy.
Time steadily flew, and as she looked around;
She began feeling blue, since this wish wasn`t found.
These attempts had left, her cheerful heart - feeling
bereft.
This night, under the silver moon, magic would occur soon…
The man carelessly strolled the moonlit gravel, with no
course.
His stomach rolled with excitement, due to a yet unseen
source.
…Two pairs of eyes would soon greet, upon this New York City
street…
The woman aimlessly drifted, along the rough grey stone;
She was now feeling so uplifted, for reasons still unknown.
… It must have been fate – as the man and woman met in the
hour – late…
Soon, after this the two began to date.
From the first encounter and forward,
Perfect love, they both moved toward.
Two souls had found each other`s mate.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
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