He has stumbled upon the girl, the goal of his lifetime.  

With an eternity of waiting, the two souls became one,

Swiftly, under the golden shine of dusk in the summertime.

All became instantly clear, when the moon met the sun.  

The two beings merged closer until the midnight chime.

Many years passed, the two did fornicate and had a son.

The child was a mirror of the two, showing love’s paradigm.

To think, all this happened by chance, like the lottery, won.

To think, chances are one in seven billion, eternal like time.

To think, there are infinite possibilities of love, a shit ton.

The saying goes, “One in a million” and yet it's wrong, I’m

In disagreement, for with this possibility,  

This love is One In An Infinity.