Another poetic offering

If only I knew
My feelings would brew
The day I met you
Compromised virtue.
I’ll share with so few,
My colours and hue
Why did I pursue?
Would like a re-do.

Close the door say “shoo!”
Wipe your brow say “phew!”

They ask me what’s new
Won’t give them a clue
Don’t see that I’m blue
Responding on cue
My grief a tattoo
Change so overdue.

Krystin Goodsell
March 21, 2006