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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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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 9/23/2018 5:15:00 PM

Hello Mike Toole, i read this poem as a love poem. i find it romantic. Have a nice evening my friend.

Karen Da

Date: 8/1/2018 3:13:00 AM

I couldn't help smiling while reading this. This is just sweet. I love how u told the story..

Mike Toole
Date: 8/1/2018 10:24:00 AM

Karen, Thank you, and glad I raised a smile in you. Just read 8 of your poems and its obvious that you have a beautiful talent inside dying to be set free. Your poem 'Until My Heart Forgets' wonderfully captures the loves joy and the pain it brings when it becomes lost love. I hope you find real and lasting love again soon sweetheart Take care Mike

Anil Deo

Date: 7/29/2018 3:20:00 PM

Loved this notalgia-laden poem, as I spend most of my free time meditating. O the days of "young-at-heart" which you showcase efoortlessly, joyfully. I caught the ambience & I thank you both. Peace

Mike Toole
Date: 7/30/2018 12:26:00 PM

Hi Anil and thank you. I wrote this poem for a very dear friend, who died of breast cancer a week after I sent it to her.Bonnie was always so full of life. She said it made her 'smile and cry' and I realized then how powerful poems can be in conveying heart felt feelings.The poem was written from the heart and I feel it helped eased Bonnie's passing, even if only in a small way. Her death also drove me to become a health coach and abandon my path as a space scientist. Mike