A Series of Unlikely Explanations
It seems unlikely that we two should have met
And even more so that we would have got along.
But really it might not be as unlikely as all that
'Cause I like pretty girls (and eccentric ones it seems)
And you are some of that and all of those things.
So perhaps the series of events in my world and yours
That lead to us meeting are not so absurd.
Maybe the stars aligned in a certain way
Bringing us both here in this place today.
Or maybe the world is a series of random events.
Maybe there's no rhyme or reason to this poem or life.
Maybe we all just rot in the ground after death
And our meeting means nothing, too.
But I'd like to think that the former possibility is true.
But it doesn't really matter though; it just matters what we do.
So let's enjoy each other's company and forget all the stars.
You are my favorite unlikely explanation by far.
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