All Good Things Go By Three Poem by Julie Smith

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