Coincidence

Like a lottery, I am stuck on numbers, I am struck by perfection. I could count the stars, I could count the waves, I could count the leaves, but for some reason, I choose to count you. My first number your smile, the second your tears, the third your wishes, the fourth your promises, the fifth your laugh, the sixth your love. And if I win, please let me win, it would be no coincidence. You are the stars, you are the waves, the leaves, the heavens, the truth. If I should be stuck on numbers, may it be you, if I am struck by perfection, I know it to be you. Like a lottery, I am betting against chance, I am playing with luck. What are the odds of winning you? I could close my eyes and spin on the wheel of fortune. I could pick, the blind girl wishing on perfection. I never was good at probability, I never was good as being good, so why am I betting on this? Why am I making mistakes on rising stakes? Maybe this is useless, maybe this is silly, but I have nothing else, I have nothing to lose, like I said, I am still stuck on numbers. I don’t have you, I don’t have you. But I have a chance, I have a lottery ticket, I have six numbers and I have the hopes of everything, from your smile to your love. This could work, this could fail. Lke a bottle at sea, I wasn’t sure yet if I believed in coincidence, but I knew that in the end, fate was perfection, and you, you were always perfect.