That winsome Look upon her face,
Her coy manner when in love's embrace,
The memories of a knowing smile,
That linger and haunt me for a while.
I knew her once upon a time,
A fairy story set to rhyme,
I never have forgotten her,
She was so vibrant and, so fair,
And it was just by Chance, today,
When shopping in the usual way,
I came upon a vision bright,
Of her bathed, in bright sunlight,
She stood there smiling back at me,
And suddenly we both could see,
That fate had played a part somehow
In shaping past and future into now,
Shaping past and future in to now matters a lot definitely. This is very interesting sharing...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Chance is part of the wonder of life. Nicely penned, Damian