All English Sonnets
If I had not come out to buy thread,
I tie for luck around my childhood tree,
If I had not been in a mood to feel,
From loneliness imploding and instead,
Had due to countless reasons gone to bed,
Or if you hadn’t chanced to throw a glance
Towards the counter where I bought my thread,
We wouldn’t have met if it was not by chance.
So who am I to question happenstance
And who to unbelieve the mystery
Of seeing the sprouting seed of sudden romance,
Because my lucky, sacred childhood tree,
Which one love does you and me enhance,
But you will not believe until you see.