A Perfect Compliment

A love poem about a special female.

A mild and rainy Halloween night,
The ghosts of stormy days past
No longer haunting us
As in our tragic, lovelorn days of childhood.
We lovingly embrace the future,
The repentant, all-knowing serpent of fate
Allowing us to meet two and a half years ago.
A pair of youthful, middle-aged lovers
Avoiding the trick-or-treaters,
Shopping for food, then heading to the gym
For a grueling, but relaxing, workout.
Then we plan our next get-together
And say our warm, cheerful goodbyes,
Relishing a final hug and kiss
Before the evening drive home.
I compliment her again behind my steering wheel
As I head out of the parking lot behind her:
My sweet, you are the perfect woman…