Quoting Willowwind:

CHANCE MEETING

I watched you
across the room
conversing with someone you knew.
Your eyes like mirrors to your soul,
She never seemed to see you.
Our eyes met
you smiled and I shied away
Smiling to myself I wondered
what words would I find to say?
Words spoken from one soul to another
dreams drifting in silent song
crossing between time and space
always searching for a place to belong.
I could not keep my eyes from watching
something magical drew me.
Our eyes locked for a moment in time.
A burning seared right through me.
Your table was ready.
You turned and walked away.
Perhaps the chance meeting was meant
to happen another day.
Was it you?
The one whose touch turns spark to fire
The one to awaken loves desire?
I waited for a while unable to move
then found the courage to rise
only to walk out through the door
and look into your eyes.
An instant of recognition
Words spoken with no reply
Questions passing instantly
Did you speak?
Did I?
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Have you ever experienced a chance meeting?  Some call it Kismet, some chance, some fate/destiny, providence / soulmate comes to mind with others, and, some don't believe in any of these.  I'm a "romantic" .... although defined by Websters (and many other word dictionaries and by 'love experts');  romance, like love, defies precise definition ... and is an evolving phenomenon. 
My inspiration for this poem, we'll just call him Tim to lend reality to an undisclosed real man,  seemed to encompass the epitome of "chance" meeting ..... He was someone I knew when I was 16.  At that time,  I was totally enthralled with another boy, hence, Tim was a friend.  One evening, about 6 years ago,  I was waiting for a girl-friend and her husband at a small restaurant.  In walks a man, obviously with a woman who was not his sister,  that immediately caught my attention.  My heart raced, I probably blushed, and, to my mind,  seemed as though I was gawking.  Later, after dinner, as I was leaving,  I literally bumped into this man as I walked out the door.  He laughed as he peeled me from his chest, took one look at me and spoke my name.  He had been pondering all night as to why I looked so familiar, and, when I spoke my apologies for becoming part of his chest, he recognized my voice.  My voice???   After how long? 
We talked, exchanged numbers, and, actually met a few days later for a very comfortable and lovely lunch.   He told me he had felt the same jolting effect when he briefly locked eyes with me at the restaurant.   In the end,  we parted ways with a smile.   I was, at that time, seeing someone, and he, preparing to return to Sweden.
Being the "hopeless romantic" (another term to be discussed later), I believe love finds it's own way, whether by 'chance', happenstance, or other means.  Only WE limit it's possibilities.  Now, whether love is fleeting, or, becomes a lifelong celebration of two people,  I'm still discovering;  some days waiting for it, some days looking for it, but, always knowing it is there, somewhere,  waiting for me.
So, what about you?  Do you believe in chance (keeping in mind the varied 'definitions' of same)  ?

CHANCE MEETING

I watched you
across the room
conversing with someone you knew.
Your eyes like mirrors to your soul,
She never seemed to see you.
Our eyes met
you smiled and I shied away
Smiling to myself I wondered
what words would I find to say?
Words spoken from one soul to another
dreams drifting in silent song
crossing between time and space
always searching for a place to belong.
I could not keep my eyes from watching
something magical drew me.
Our eyes locked for a moment in time.
A burning seared right through me.
Your table was ready.
You turned and walked away.
Perhaps the chance meeting was meant
to happen another day.
Was it you?
The one whose touch turns spark to fire
The one to awaken loves desire?
I waited for a while unable to move
then found the courage to rise
only to walk out through the door
and look into your eyes.
An instant of recognition
Words spoken with no reply
Questions passing instantly
Did you speak?
Did I?
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Have you ever experienced a chance meeting?  Some call it Kismet, some chance, some fate/destiny, providence / soulmate comes to mind with others, and, some don't believe in any of these.  I'm a "romantic" .... although defined by Websters (and many other word dictionaries and by 'love experts');  romance, like love, defies precise definition ... and is an evolving phenomenon. 
My inspiration for this poem, we'll just call him Tim to lend reality to an undisclosed real man,  seemed to encompass the epitome of "chance" meeting ..... He was someone I knew when I was 16.  At that time,  I was totally enthralled with another boy, hence, Tim was a friend.  One evening, about 6 years ago,  I was waiting for a girl-friend and her husband at a small restaurant.  In walks a man, obviously with a woman who was not his sister,  that immediately caught my attention.  My heart raced, I probably blushed, and, to my mind,  seemed as though I was gawking.  Later, after dinner, as I was leaving,  I literally bumped into this man as I walked out the door.  He laughed as he peeled me from his chest, took one look at me and spoke my name.  He had been pondering all night as to why I looked so familiar, and, when I spoke my apologies for becoming part of his chest, he recognized my voice.  My voice???   After how long? 
We talked, exchanged numbers, and, actually met a few days later for a very comfortable and lovely lunch.   He told me he had felt the same jolting effect when he briefly locked eyes with me at the restaurant.   In the end,  we parted ways with a smile.   I was, at that time, seeing someone, and he, preparing to return to Sweden.
Being the "hopeless romantic" (another term to be discussed later), I believe love finds it's own way, whether by 'chance', happenstance, or other means.  Only WE limit it's possibilities.  Now, whether love is fleeting, or, becomes a lifelong celebration of two people,  I'm still discovering;  some days waiting for it, some days looking for it, but, always knowing it is there, somewhere,  waiting for me.
So, what about you?  Do you believe in chance (keeping in mind the varied 'definitions' of same)  ?