My Grace


A stroke of luck, I think not,
Enchanted magic, I contest.
In the twilight, you found me;
Divine seeds would grow the fate.

Soft, beautiful melodies are what you are to me-
Captivating my soul,
Caressing my heart,
Amazed you are from me.

My Grace, I give you my world,
For now, a simple sonnet-
To express the balance
Only you could have brought to me.

The universe cracked a glimpse upon me
Of all the possible things that could be,;
For your smile and joyful steps,
There are no roads I will not bend.

You are my world,
Forever I will orbit.
After my time, I will remain
A permanent fixture, should you ever call my name.

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