Serendipity Poem by Peter Masters
Serendipity
Two boats that drift through night and day
becalmed by thoughts of what they'll say
what they'll feel and who they'll be
the warmth behind the face they'll see.
For when the moment comes to meet
and you are asked to take your seat,
two souls just waiting to be found
to hear the richness of life's sound
she'll know not what it means to me
to be my serendipity.
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