The world has fallen into place.
The once broken melody has become harmonious accord.
The sun is always shining despite the weather.
Birds suddenly appear and begin singing.
Flowers bloom and the aroma of freshly ripened pears lingers in your nostrils.
A portrait of you fills the empty silver-trimmed picture above the fireplace of my heart
As you curl up in my arms in front of the fire
Covered by the faded quilt my mother gave to me
While we drink our hot chocolate.
The last piece of the puzzle has been placed in.
The conclusion of the book has been written.
The last lines of the poem have brought all the loose ends together.
I'm in love.
6/16/02
