Wistful afternoon write.

But I do

T’was wicked winds of happenstance
Or elves from Timbuktu.
There never should have been a chance
I’d fall in love with you…
I've thrown the blame around the world
For dreams that can't come true -
And shouldn't feel this lucky…
But I do.

A broken heart is not the worst
For any soul to know-
The darkness still can comfort first
With memories that glow-
A butterfly so precious that
I glimpsed before it flew…
And shouldn't feel this lucky…
But I do.

We danced across the stars some nights
And sailed into the storm.
The hot and cold of all our fights
Just always turned out warm.
And no one ever said a thing…
I just assume we're through
And shouldn't feel this lucky…
But I do.

Smile, you know I’m thinking of
The time when we first met
Impossible to dream such love
Or ever to forget
And if you ever stop sometimes
And think about it too…
You may not feel this lucky…
But I do.

John H. Bidwell