They say you always meet twice
But what after?
When you don't know if you messed up worse than before
You need a third time to try it once more
One more chance to make the most of the moment
Before you pass out and make time your opponent
Overwhelmed and distraught like Helen of Troy
Too paralyzed to capture the joy
How am I to break your silence?
Any second without you doesn't make sense
Baby, I hope that sometime you'll see
That all good things go by three
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a magic number and often has magic consequences. Oddly enough my lucky number was 23. I don't mean 23 times! That would be pushing it! Lovely poem, Julie
Yes it's magic :) 23 is also a very good number, I like that one too