Disregarded

“Mind
My
Words,”
She
Said,
Tilting
Her
Silver
Head,
“Love,
With
It’s
Ruthless
Scissors,
Will
Rend
The
Heart
With
Cracks
And
Fissures,
Leaving
Your
Foolish
Dreams
In
Tatters.
And
Don’t
Think
It
Matters
How
Much
You
Care,
If
The
Devilish
Rogue’s
Abruptly
Not
There.”
Now,
Years
After,
I Recall
What
Then
I Never
Heeded,
And
To
My
Joy,
The
Dire
Warning
Wasn’t
Ever
Needed.