Painting by Irene Pruitt © 2002
Before They Knew
He fell in love with a painter
Before he knew she had strokes of a brush
Within her fingertips
Before he knew how colorful her world was
She fell in love with a poet
Before she knew that he had the rhythm of life
Deep within him
Before he captured happenings with words
They sat long hours by mountain streams
The two of them, counting and recording dreams
She painted. He wrote.
In the most beautiful places remote
They loved before they knew
© Robbie Pruitt, 2003
http://robbiepruitt.blogspot.com/
But they know now, don't they?
ReplyDeleteGood poem, Robbie.