Fate Poem by Dan Brown

It's not very often the things you lose
come back to inspect their specific bruise.
I have never before believed in fate -
I'm pleased you came back before it was too late.

It's not very often you get the chance
to come back together and have that dance,
so now you've returned, please allow me this;
a warm embrace and a lingering kiss.

It's not very often you get to dwell
on the return of things that make all well.
It's been four whole years, though, and here you are;
I'll hold on this time so you won't go far.