Life is such a fleeting fancy,
Measured ‘gainst the wick of time;
Think about a one chance meeting,
Leading to a love sublime.
If pure luck, I still can’t fathom
How the odds brought you to me,
All the stars in all the heavens,
How is it so meant to be?
Be it yet the gods above us,
Let them hear my glad reply,
Ardent thanks is not enough
For this love shall e’re abide.
If blind fate, then I still wonder,
Who or what or why and how,
Two hearts so can join together
In one perfect here and now?
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