Kismet Poem by Christine K. Trease

Your path crossed mine and you were pleasing to my eye
I saw you again-you intrigued me
You sat at my table for lunch-you made me laugh
You saw me crying-you comforted my sadness
I called you my friend
I wanted to meet you again and again
I desired to meet you each day and you became familiar
I longed to meet you and knew you were the one

When two souls chance to meet-it is serendipity
When two souls long to meet-it is kismet