You say
“How lucky are we to be in love”
And I say
In toil, and sweat, and dedication
In devotion, humility and sacrifice
In the will to grow and change together
There is no luck
To call it luck is to believe in
An unseen guiding hand
Sketching fates out of a whim
To call it luck is to say
That the universe funneled us together
Carried like leaves on its
Roaring cascading surge
It is like shuffling all cards
Back to suites laid in ascending order
And drawing from the top the queen of hearts
And how can that be as magical
As wonderful
As two people, that choose to
Unravel their old selves
Then embrace, and meld together
To fashion a new whole