Something meant to be.

My Italian true love’s birthday is today. But ain’t gonna treat her any differently than I do on any other day. Things is, she’s special every day. Doesn’t matter that it’s her birthday. Just another day. Not gonna mention her age. She wouldn’t like it, if I did. All I can say is it’s a beautiful age. She’s been beautiful every day of her life. The most beautiful (and intelligent and wise) woman  I’ve ever known. She’s got it all. And maybe doesn’t know it. But from no lack of me telling her. Anyway, I’m happy that she was born into this world. And that out paths crossed. Maybe in an unlikely way. But I sense it was something meant to be. –Jim Broede