Dumb Luck
If I live to be a thousand
I may never understand what he sees in me.
I stand in the shadow of his radiance.
His beauty is blinding.
Why did he choose me?
Why not someone whose beauty rivals his?
He tells me it's because he found in me
Everything he wants and more.
His compliments make me laugh.
Perfection applauding chaos, I'd say.
His love is sometimes frightening.
Can I meet his expectations?
He tells me that I make him whole;
That without me he'd be lost.
By his side he makes me wish
For a future of endless tomorrows.
So I'll accept my dumb luck
No one could be as fortunate as me.
I've found him, and he's mine forever.
Ageless perfection held in human hands.
