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Fate lends a massaging handInsignificant at the time, lasting events then unfold, No ideas of its impact when at first a story was told, A small decision or action can change history it seems, Life's direction is random not the outcome of dreams, Under duress to play football, as my team was in strife, Last thing I considered was meeting the love of my life, She was a mildly interested spectator in a sport she knew, Giving the home team some support as enthusiasm grew, As half time approached and we were winning on the park, My soccer was shirt abrasive against the sunburn on my back, Looking forward to someone applying a cool balm on my skin, I was anticipating the ref's whistle so my treatment could begin, She stood there with a friend enjoying the warm afternoon sun, "Please rub on some cold cream" as I beg, initially in fun, She soothinly massaged it in so I thought I could chance, To ask if she would go with me to the upcoming staff dance, Being seconded for training with no real plans for that day, I lazed and sunbathed, blissful contentment had its way, Then an innocent phone call requesting to play for the team, She has been my lifelong love because of that sunburn cream Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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