(a pantoum)

This day is one I will not soon forget,
You took my heart and tore it from my chest;
Ripped open from the flesh the blood did let,
And you ensured that I would never rest.

You took my heart and tore it from my chest,
It’s said in love that all is fine and fair;
And you ensured that I would never rest,
Your eyes, in truth, I needed to beware.

It’s said in love that all is fine and fair,
But what of life that travels its own trail?
Your eyes, in truth, I needed to beware,
I’d hoped my life I’d never see derail.

But what of life that travels its own trail?
How can it find the path that leads to love?
I’d hoped my life I’d never see derail,
Its contours fit my body like a glove.

How can it find the path that leads to love?
Ripped open from the flesh the blood did let;
Its contours fit my body like a glove,
This day is one I will not soon forget.

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