Second
Chance Metric
A pretty
face and all you see is grace
A
contradictory one and you moderate the pace
Flaws of
pretty become cute and never petty
Flaws of
contra are seen and your guard stands ready
All this
leads to mistakes and ups the stake
For first
impressions are lasting inhibitions
I am the
collection of experiences and reservations
I am the
wrecker of my relations because of my limitations
So
contrarian ought to be my guardian angel
To make
me jump when I’m reluctant to see all angles
Trigonometry,
the mathematical study of love metrics
Specific
vectors, the pathway for Saint Jude’s romantics
Do I
regret the love I lost or be hopeful for the one to come?
That she
may stay for more than a day and we’ll be a sum
I’m the
foolish one as I look back on my scars
That I be
the clever one and disregard the barrier that mars
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