Some affix luck to a turned up horse shoe,

Rabbit’s foot, or 4-leaf-clover,

These same few are after that pot of gold,

Or the rainbow to lead them over.

The blow of the dice, a newfound penny;

It’s all in one minds eye,

I’m not one to ponder on fate, but act

Upon words to live by.

My lady and I, married of 14 years;

She feeds my heart and soul,

The conviction we stow between us;

Undeniably our strength without toll.

Just a glance from those baby blues, holds

More significance than any gold,

A gentle touch from her soft, warm lips,

Spring feelings that just can’t be told.

Her heart, abundant, her smile so sweet,

Yet a laugh that will bring out the band,

Her mind is keen and craves adventure,

With love and pride, by her side I stand.

By now you’re probably wondering on the

Heading of my proclamation,

Where might luck fit in to these

Intimate vows of opinion?

A high roller may say I’m the luckiest man

To find such an uncut gem,

Or, fate could not have matched a

Better couple on a whim.

But truth be told, I don’t condone

To all that hype and façade,

The two of us are together by

The hands and grace of God.

So, you can keep all your 4-leaf-clovers,

Horseshoes, and rabbit’s feet,

Our hearts will meld as one, for life,

Because it was just meant to be.

J.G.W.

8/7/09