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Writer's pictureHenery X (long)

My Love, We Meet Again

Poetic Justice



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My Love, We Meet Again

2022, Henery X ©

She came like a hint,

Is she a resident of hell or is she heaven-sent?

It’s hard to tell,

Because it’s difficult to read her, it’s like she was birthed from braille,

Nice one minute and naughty the next,

She leaves my once peaceful mind so perplexed,

I try to turn her loose, but she won’t let go,

She whispers in my ear, “Your heart is mine, and I’m here to collect the debt you owe.”

The personification of love, with a chip on her shoulder,

Holding me accountable for acts from the past, and that I wouldn’t comprehend until I was much older,

I say, “Who I was, isn’t who I am,

The lion has turned into a lamb.”

She chuckles and says, “Lamb or Lion, it makes no difference,

Because the bottom line is, your heart belongs to me,

You can agree or agree to disagree,

You should have let me be,

When I was young and free,

Naive to your vast experience,

Just a babe in the woods,

Who you sweet talked out of all her goods,

So, you’re going to love me now, and forevermore,

Or you’ll never love again, seeing I’m the holder of the key to its front door.”

And this, is how I ended up falling madly in love with the lady I love.


Thank you for taking the time to acknowledge my offering.


May we never lose our desire to outdo what we’ve already done.


Remember. I’m not here to convince you to believe. I’m here to offer you something else to consider.


Peace, Love, and the utmost Respect.


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