Walking Down the Street of Memories Poem
You asked me if we see an art show,
As we walk into the street, a lively flow.
Artwork displayed on the booth caught our eye,
So much to look at; we can’t help but sigh.
We stroll one street after another,
Our steps are in harmony like no other.
Time goes so fast; as we explore the unknown,
I like to walk with you like this; it feels like home.
A casual adventure with no set plan,
Discovering beauty with you by my side.
The paintings, sculptures, and all in between,
When it comes to art, we make the perfect team.
This idea, it was so good of you,
To take me here, where dreams come true.
The colors, the shapes, they dance in our hearts,
Captivating moments, we’ll never let them depart.
The picture you took for me on the street,
Forever treasured, a memory so sweet.
In every frame, a story unfolds,
A testament to the bond that we hold.
So, as we bid farewell to the art show,
The memories we made, they’ll always glow.
In every brushstroke, in every corner, we roam,
Our casual adventure, forever at home.