it all started with a drangonfly

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This little insect,

was holding my future,

on it's tiny and fragile wings.

This stupid insect,

landed right in front of her,

she did her best to step around it,

but tripped over her own foot.

I caught her before she could hit the ground,

and i helped her straiten up,

but when we looked eye to eye,

i was spellbound.

and if i had known what i know now,

right then and there,

i would have bowed to my future queen.

She was most gorgeous thing,

i'd ever seen,

the way the light,

was hitting her hair and her skin,

she looked like a goddess,

in the way she was glowing.

She told me "thank you."

but me,

the idiot i was,

just stared at her wonder.

Her kind eyes,

that i think,

they are what held me in my place.

it took me a few seconds,

which seemed to my like days,

to ask her if she was OK.

The smile she smiled stopped my breath in it's tracks,

and something i've always wanted to know,

when she smiled that smile,

was it a purposefull smile,

that she knows made my heart jump a full 360?

With that smile she replied thanks to you.

That smile was cutting a huge hole in me.

I had to know what her name was, 

and was it as unique as she?

I remember it well,

the struggle to get my mouth to form the words,

and the way that my brain was stunned into silence.

When i had finally uttered the question,

if i had known that her name would haunt me all that night and day,

i still would have asked.

For the name she gave me,

suited her well,

for it was,

in fact,

just as unique as she.

I remember her asking for mine in turn,

and i remember trying to think,

it took me what felt like several decades,

to remember my title,

and i,

in the mix of all this,

felt like the town fool.

She smiled and wrote down her number for me,

swearing we would meet again,

yet on better terms.

i remember asking her when i should call,

and i remember her saying,

when ever.

i remember the sorrow i felt

when she began to walk away,

i remember,

in turn,

wanting to call her over one-thousand times that day,

I remember lying awake that night,

her, and her name,

swimming in my head.

And yet again,

with confidence i must say,

that if at that point i had known,

that in distant future,

i was to change her last name,

that if i were to think,

after it had been revised,

it suited her better this way.

I would have pulled her tight and close to me,

and i promise i would not have let go,

for that dragonfly never saw what his deed,

had done for 2 young teens.

If i had known then,

what i know this day,

then i would have thanked the dragonfly immensely,

for that dragonfly brought me, 

the one thing that matters in my life,

that dragonfly did this on purpose i tell you! 

on porpoise he bright me my wife.

This one small insect,

that previously had seemed insignificant,

had the biggest impact on my life,

for this one small dragonfly,

carried out his enormous task,

this one small dragonfly,

had brought me my life. 

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