A Chance Encounter
A Chance Encounter
A chance encounter on the net
I celebrate the day we met
I made you smile, you made me cry
You made me laugh, I made you sigh
You made me proud to be your friend
But life is short, time can't be bought
It weaves a path, through hills and dales
Through highs and lows on windblown sails
But my Bonnie Girl, of this I’m sure
You were the master weaver of that trek
and wove that path with strands of gold
with every ounce of joy you gave
given freely and never sold
But we can never stop the sands of time
Fate brought you to this place to be
You’ll always be my Bonnie Girl
and GOD will set you free
And Ill never rue the day we met
That chance encounter on the net
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