serendipity #2

though I am no Prince:
lovin' hearts
and secret wishes,
BANG!
and I appear before you:
three thousand miles apart,
and at once
we both think of
stolen kisses,
and how much, my love,
the mind wanders,
when the hand
misses the glove;
that we met (again),
kismet:
the beauty of fate
is that no matter
how great one perceives
oneself to be,
most of life is
serendipity.



October 31, 2009, for the Wifey.

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