We met by chance
I didn’t expect,
in her hands, my heart to dance.
It’s not the eyes
nor my lies.
It’s the hows, the bees, and the whys.
It is the hair
Red, shiny, wriggly and fair.
Who am I Kidding.
It is not all that.
It is her laugh when she’s slapping.
to wake me up.
To show me the way out of my maze.
She is my friend,
A gift from God, the lord, a send.
We’ve never met,
I hope we’d do, one day, I pray, I bet.
This chance is set
in my stars,
before the bang, before we met.
She loves to twist
to dig, to ask, to learn, to list,
my stumbles, my bashful schemes,
I pray she does
forgive my whine,
my cuss, my shouts and my fuss.
Where would I be
if not for her.
She helps me live, she help me see.
The fool I am.
The love I bore,
in my heart for her and me.
It’s not my fault.
It’s probably all,
my peppers, my sugars mingled with salt.
I woke up wet,
I could not sleep until these words were set.
Please don’t slam
Please understand. It’s who I am.
what I just said.
I might as well be gone and dead.