Turned Away
I might have turned away,
Turned my face to other things
That caught my fancy more than you.
I might have gone about my day
In perfect, peaceful ignorance
Of what you held in store
And spared myself the grief
Of losing you.
With honey’d words and nectar’d kisses
You called and I, the fool, replied
Caught up in a moment’s madness
And bound upon the fool’s errand,
That lay ahead.
I surrendered before I truly began
And thereby sealed my fate.
I should have turned away.

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