I can’t thank fortune enough for that sweet twist of fate,
Our worlds collided, bound, some forty years to date.
Yet here we sit, on lawn chairs side by side,
On a grassy knoll where lake and sky abide.
The birds weave songs through whispers of the breeze,
Their calls a chorus, soft beneath the trees.
We share our stories, threads of joy and pain,
Each word a ripple on the lake’s serene domain.
No grand design, no fate’s unyielding hand,
Just us, this moment, on this gentle land.
Grateful am I, for this sweet chance to know,
The peace of hearts aligned where wild things grow.
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