Unbelievably Good Fortune (Another Chance At Love)
Beloved, dear, you know I just cannot
I just cannot trust our good fortune
I fear to pinch myself lest I get shot
A Neptune or an odorous perfume
Of course, the former would be the better
I would welcome that at any juncture
But dare not take the chance to encounter
The mephitic decay of the latter
I am nimbly praying that you'll not doom
That you'll not change your mind anytime soon
If so, the slightest monsoon would consume
And devour me, much less a typhoon
Because of all we've been through in this age
This timing could not be more opportune
Let us seize this God-given advantage
And let's not hesitate to soar the Moon