I thought I’d
used up all my luck
in Vietnam, but I was
so wrong.
Just look at her.
True love might be
a lottery, but
I’m so happy she took
a chance on me.
I often stare in the dark,
while she sleeps, amazed
at how lucky I am.
Still, it’s no accident,
no stroke of luck,
not even from the start,
after she took my name,
but not before
I stole her heart.
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