Maybe you noticed
That I refused to
Take my eyes from your
Face on an evening I am sure neither
You nor I expected to meet
One of kinship.
As we both lay in
Incorrect arms
I had never felt
The scales tipped
So wrong.
But almost as
Nature abhors a vacuum
Or water displaces over sand
You found your way
To me.
And while so void of
Regret, I believe
We must have
Angered some, to find
Such happiness
By chance.
 

~Jan Brian Vis