Job Welime

My luck.

You\'re a flower blooming wherever and whenever, despite anything,

I don\'t think that there\'s a word for what I feel, when I look into your eyes, 

How they smile, like there\'s always an infinite possibility,that you\'re someone a little more, than just a human, someone better, 

All my years,I prayed with cold hands, but as fate would have it,

I fell into your open arms,by chance, nothing could have foretold,just how perfectly we could have come to fit perfectly,

I owe it to luck,for many would kill by the thousands,just for a glimpse of you,

Yet here I am,by luck,by mistake, 

Looking at you for the rest of my sunsets.