Oh glorious sun
Shining down on me
Hello marvelous birds
Sing your joyful melody
Cotton candy skies
Don't mind if I do
It's not every day
The sun is shining for you

Why, hi butterfly
What fabulous wings
Keep on buzzing little bees
We all know what that brings
Is the air extra sweet?
Are we floating around?
On charmed days like this
Why stay on the ground?

What a beautiful world
What a gorgeous day
I’m drinking in sunshine
While wandering astray
I’m passing out smiles
Take one, they’re free
When it’s your lucky day
I hope you’ll have one for me

When God indeed
rubs a forehead with luck
what on earth can hide that?

For how long, how far
eclipsing on the way
can the clouds roam high?

The wind will blow
and will rain them down.
Ah, the pure blue in luck,
in abundance, up in the sky
always shines out!

That's a trait of the eternally blue
The lucky colour sets the better backdrop
for the shimmering sun in the sky.
Luckier is a man with a righteous wife!

I know I am not crazy nor delusional,
but you think I am -
even when I fell in love with you.

Thought you would call yourself lucky,
but instead you called me crazy.
I guess because we fell in love way too fast,
and the feeling in my heart still last.

Even when you said those words,
reminds me that I am such a lucky girl -
to have such a wonderful man like you
and to be wrapped up in your arms -
makes me feel so safe and secure.

I'm so glad that you're mine,
and I know that you're lucky
that I'm yours.

Unending happiness,
abundant distraction,
uninterrupted good fortune.
Just garden variety
excess.
What I got was best.
A clamped on winter sky
casting doubt, monotony.
A shopworn body,
maintenance required.
Never enough in
the coffers for my taste.
The usual
troublesome happenstance.
Desolation and beauty
are close cousins
pushing and pulling
rough housing,
as they do.
Throw your lucky penny
in the fountain
and walk away.
See if you wish it were still
in your pocket.
Then let it go.

Love you the slightest? Love you off the scales!!! Feeling like nukes dropping and trains derailed. Like pill popping and **** inhaled. Like time stopping and towers scaled. Like the whopping beauty being all unveiled. Super intense like fifty different drugs being shoved down the throat all at once. Super serene like a beautiful view on an oceans shore, classic music on cue. Super insane, like who in their right mind would fall for a guy with half a brain devoted to **** that seems basic and plain and cant ******* flirt without a bottle of champagne and the other brains half is going through pain  and my current life path has me in the wrong lane and I cant go through anything that causes major change, cause I'm a xenophobic ***** that likes to complain. Yeah, sure, everybody's got problems. Yeah, sure, there's always a way to solve em'. Yeah, sure, I look like a hobo druggy. But **** yes, I'm hella ******* lucky! I'll continue to love you off the scales while I'm slowly spilling out my entrails through lyrical stunts and poetic rhymes. I'll continue this until the end of time. <3 <3 <3

Lucky are those
Who are inspiration
For poetry.