O beloved, you don’t wish to see me
But the cosmos conspires something else
Don’t you see how our souls keep meeting
Regardless of the time and the place?
The coincidences are mystifying, and
Some are too strange to be mere chance
They are God’s anonymous work, and
Often they’re catalysts to a new romance
O beloved, why must you withhold love?
Why must you hold trivial the mystifying?
You choose not to be vulnerable, and
I do not and will not blame your choosing
For one day, perhaps, you will understand;
These coincidences too have meaning
And if always they mean that I see you
Then, I’d like them to keep happening