Luckiest Man Alive

The bridal bouquet, sits in the bathroom,

Telling a story, timeless in provision,

Some would see a dead, dusty thing,

A desperate waste of space, spared, but

Cared not to engage and envision,

The dreams we held on to, our lack of

Resistance to change, our persistence,

We grew and held true, stopped chasing

Rainbows, for we knew they led

To trust in us and our marital bed.

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