My old torn leopard charm
It’s a bit rough to the touch
Yet soft to the sight
And mellow to the heart.
With a smell of ages upon it’s fur
Covered with a smell of gardenias
To my sensitive nose.
Even though it looks like Chester cheetos
The taste is not exactly the same.
It came like fate
When I was by myself
Bringing hope and love to my life.
At least, that’s the premonition I was told
Although I took it more as a joke
A “what if” was my daily hope
And sure enough, I met my other soul.
Sometimes I wonder, was it part of a majestic plan?
Or maybe just a coincidence in my daily life?
Did this almost insignificant thing
Pulled it’s strings?
And when the night comes
And say good night to it,
those eyes and smile assure me
That my little lucky charm did so.
Lucky Charm
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