Across a room I glanced
Meeting auburn eyes
That captivated my youth
and held the universe inside
Never have I seen
two windows so wide open
As words flowed I could feel
My world into being being spoken
New gravity took hold of me
I felt it from the start
His epiphanic discourse
Took grip upon my heart
Paradigm shifts commenced
That dwarfed Valdiva’s quake
My naïve soul oblivious
To the things that were at stake
His mind a force of nature
Intelligence acute
He changed my whole life’s thinking
With his logic so astute
All at once my old life’s ties
Appeared to have been snapped
Dropped in an unfamiliar world
With no way to turn back
Exquisite devastation
poured forth from ruby lips
His knowledge was torrential rain
Where I only knew drips
Lord Henry, did you ruin me?
Or did you set me free?
The making or the death of me
We shall have to see.
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