We met in the creek, in different worlds, You, a senior, and I, just a girl. You played baseball, I kicked the ball, But our paths never crossed, not once at all. Years went by, as life did unfold, Through friends and stories, our names were told. You went to the minors, chasing your dream, I stayed at Campbell, or so it would seem. But fate had a plan, as fate often does, Our paths aligned when the time was just. At a party one night, our eyes met again, On the front porch we talked, and the world felt so thin. Hours passed quickly, just us and the moon, And I knew in that moment, I’d found my tune. The rest, as they say, is history made, A story of love, by destiny’s aid.