Mi rosc od pierwszego wejrzenia (Love at First Sight)
by Wistawa Szymborska

Both are convinced
that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.
Beautiful is such certainty
but uncertainty is more beautiful. 
Because they didn't know each other earlier
they suppose that nothing was happening between them.
What of the streets, stairways and corridors,
where they could have passed each other long ago?
I'd like to ask them whether they remember,
perhaps in a revolving door ever being face to face?
an "excuse me" in a crowd,
or a voice "wrong number" in the receiver?
But I know their answer.
No, they don't remember.
They'd be greatly astonished
to learn that for a long time.
Chance had been playing with them, 
it approached them, then backed off,
stood in their way.
And, supressing a giggle, jumped to the side.