What a catch
A perfect match
The ality of your person
Fit reality in my version
The ability of our compat
Simpatico from where I sat

That was my Miss Fortune
Rags to riches
Sad sack to fancy britches
My wishes became her which’s
Invisible threads kept her in stitches
Breezily spun easily won quickly undone

True misfortune
met that knight
lost in flight
One fairy tale
now mystery
Faces pale
two history
Words fail
Three week memories
Ships sail
foreign destinies