Beautiful Uncertainty

Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.

Of the lonely nights, spent next to the French windows,
Not exactly close, not very far either.
Both are convinced
that a sudden surge of emotion is binding them together.
There were signs, signals:
albeit, they were illegible.
Or was it ignored?
Not yet fully ready for each other.

But somewhere around the corner,
there was love.
It approached them, and backed off,
stood in their way
and, suppressing a giggle,
jumped to the side.

They’d be greatly astonished
to learn that for a long time
Chance has been playing with them.

And will love again
find a way into their hearts?
Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.