We don't know how we got here—
to this perfect state of love—
but it's taken us all year

to find something to hold dear,
our soul-mating turtledove.
We don't know how we got here:

so fatefully played by ear
that we thank the Lord above;
but it's taken us all year,

with a mix of joy and fear,
plus a providential shove.
We don't know how we got here,

and we're not sure where to steer.
We now have our matching glove;
but it's taken us all year

for our future to draw near—
this life we never dreamt of.
We don't know how we got here,
but it's taken us all year.

TMK 31jul2009