My planned spontaneity doesn’t surprise;
the rose colored glasses don’t cover my eyes
but all of that matters so little. It’s true
because of the fortunate presence of you.
We’ve matching insanities, perfectly synched
we stare and we stare then together we blink
Compatible vices, no reasons to hide
with hearts on our sleeves we will stumble in stride.
When life gives me lemons, I know what to make,
I’ve gallons and gallons, I’m filling a lake.
And wasn’t it fortunate, nearly a sin
that I should meet one to whom life would give Gin.
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