I wasn’t looking
when I found you
looking at me
looking at you.

It could have been
a twist of fate
a stroke of luck
a leap of faith.

Or was it
serendipity
coincidence
or meant to be?

A cruel joke
it doesn’t matter
I took the plunge
no need to ponder.

I’ll seize the moment
I’ll walk a mile
I’ll hold my breath
and lurk
in the shadows
of your mind
for a while.

Denn Meneses

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-bloomer-2/