Lightbulb moment

I told myself I knew the plan, Needed a strong, handy man. Someone good with tools and screws, Fix the world with bolts and glue. DIY, mechanical mind, That was the dream I had in mind. Then one day in college halls, Blond hair, blue eyes, made me stall. Funny smile, easy laugh, Didn’t fit my checklist math. He said, “Hey, your room looks dim,” Offered help I let him in. The light went out, my head went pop, Like a genie waking up. He changed the lightbulb in my room, And suddenly my whole world bloomed. I thought I’d found a handyman, Turns out I found my man. Thirty-four years later, guess what’s true? There’s still one thing he really can do He can change a lightbulb, yes it’s true, Life threw storms and leaky days, Nothing ever went our way. Shelves still crooked, plans still bend, But laughter’s always in the end. Tools stayed boxed, manuals ignored, But love kept walking through the door. I wanted skills, I wanted more, But love had different plans in store. He changed the lightbulb in my room, Lit up my life, chased out the gloom. I thought I’d found a handyman, Turns out I found my forever plan. Thirty-four years later, here we are, Still laughing at how perfect we are. He can change a lightbulb — that’s his claim, And I’d still choose him every time again. Maybe love’s not built with tools, Maybe it breaks every rule. It’s not about what you can fix, It’s who you are when life gets mixed. He changed the lightbulb in my room, And somehow that was fate’s cue. Not a builder, not a pro, But the best damn love I know. Thirty-four years, still shining bright, Same old joke, same warm light. If I had to choose all over again, I’d pick the lightbulb guy… my man. Still can’t fix the sink But he fixed my heart. And somehow that was all I needed too.