Who would have thought by some mere chance,
Coincidence or circumstance,
Or perhaps by happenstance
That I’d be here with you?
I hadn’t counted on the moon,
Or clouds or stars or sun,
I didn’t know you were the one.
And yet, well, here you are.
With gentle words and tender touch,
I didn’t know you’d love this much,
Or of your special ways and such
That caress my hidden heart.
I could ask so many things like how
And when and where and why,
But I am certain that you’d reply,
Why not?
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