Our gazes join ever so often,
Maybe once or twice by the week,
Be it by choice or happenstance,
Our paths do cross.
The anticipation of the greeting,
Is often overwhelmed by surprise,
For we do not meet enough to be familiar,
But know each other by name.
To stray from the norm,
Would be to risk the why we cross,
And for the now,
That is most important to keep.
So I wait,
Hoping that fate will provide,
When it does, as I am most certain it will,
Without hesitation I will take that leap,
Will I be alone?
To stray from the norm! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, LSK. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.