A poetic look to things

All thier paths, intersecting,
at this point on the sidewalk.
We bump into eachother, and say a word,
and we never see eachother again.
She's so beautiful, her hair flowing,
and he has a stone hard jaw.
We don't know much about them,
But yet we can't stop thinking of them.
We are all in one way, connected,
Whether we meet here on the sidewalk,
or maybe somewhere else.