In the scheme of everything trivial
You are all the matters.

The comings and goings of life and the like
Don’t matter at all when you’re in my heart.

I existed without you for four long decades
Yet I knew you were out there, waiting for me.

Tripped up with bruised knees and a toppled heart
You are the most beautiful flower I ever did pick.

Brought together when you needed it the most
This cosmic intuition melding our souls seamlessly.