Concert of My Dreams

We were bound to meet
As I sat in that
Third row seat
You asked if I had a match
I knew then
My love hatched
I remember well
That sunny day
You had asked
"Marry me in May?"
Now our love will never die
I won't be the one who says Good Bye
This story is told
Memories still so bold
In that third row seat
Made my love complete.

Written a long time ago. I was still a teenager, probably in the 1970s. I had a dream after going to a concert, I forget which one, but I woke up and wrote this based on that dream. The poem is undated. I just found a stack of old poems I wrote back then (another life) and I'd like to share some of them with you all.

Thank you.

Peace.