Wonderment gets the better of me,
As I question myself-
What luck, what worth, what reward you were;
A divinity, an unearthly beauty.
An elusive rose, a scarlet carson
Blooming in my soul's garden
How could you, so perfect be
And yet reside in a humble me?
What do I consider myself if not lucky?
My luck was what shone so bright
When I knew you
When I felt you.
You defied my disbelief in luck so easily
You gave me a glimpse of eternity.
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