This poem is about a girl who has a tiger statue that she calls Kismet. the day that she got this statue she met the man of her dreams who brushes her off as a pest. She believes that to be noticed you have to be beautiful to be with this man. She wants to be beautiful to be some man's Kismet, some man's destiny

A woman standing on a cliff, wishing for her love to be with her. She feels and knows that this is half her soul.