Chance of Love - Poem by Gerard Geiger

Chance of Love

I have never met you before.
Did not recognize your face.
Yet there is something familiar
in your aspect and your grace.

What kindred spirit must you be?
To what pheromone spell have I succumbed?
Why with just a glance am I beguiled?
When to all else I am benumbed.

How much of love is left to chance?
What conscious decisions have we made?
With the bread of love already baked,
We spread just the marmalade.

Gerard A. Geiger 17 December 2000

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