Masterworks Series: Still Life with Pineapples

My Love Walked Through 

It was on a summer’s day

When all the world was still

My love walked through the market

With longings to fulfill.

She placed into her basket

The fairest fruit and flower

And set them on her table

To wait the trysting hour.

“When can you come to see me?”

She asked when last we spoke.

My mind was gladly willing,

My heart was full of hope.

Through all my years of struggle

While striving for a name,

I’d never found a resting place

Or joy that I could claim            

Until she graced the morning

With bountiful delight.

Her eyes spoke only welcome

To set my world aright.

So when we sat together

And spoke of days to come,

Our careful hearts were learning

We’d found our lasting home.

                                                     ~ CK

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Image: Still Life with Pineapples (courtesy of WikiArt)
Artist: Henri Matisse (1869-1954)
Medium: Oil on canvass

Date: 1925


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