A random chance, Fraction of a second. But coincidence or fate, Two dimensions poised Divergent courses take a tangent An intersection never meant to be. What they lack in time together Is made up for in passion. For a fraction of a second They become one. The Moment Rests, hung in silent tranquility, In that perfect little piece, of Eternity.
If you thought this was wrote about two lines on a graph intersecting, I can't say you aren't correct in a sense.