I Will Not Let You In Poem by Neil Kennovin

Tell me lover, how art thou today?
Nervous, excited, and new, you proclaim?
In dismay, I declare you look peculiar; different
Than normally portrayed.

Your hair is now straightened,
When once it was so curly.
Your hazel eyes are now a brown
And fate has left me quite surly.

The quirks that defined you are no longer there,
The birthmark on your back,
Your gentle stare. And what of your virtuoso
Skills on the violin?
Be gone stranger (one not loved) ,
I will not let you in.

A horrible metamorphosis of fate
Has taken you out of my grasp.
These days I sit alone, call out to you,
Until my voice has become rasp.

I pray thee, return at once, lover.
Your once mesmerizing features
Are absent on this abominable twin.
I will bide time for you, and tell the wretch
I will not let you in.