She Is For The Weak And Wise (Revised)

She is for the weak and wise.
Her, no clever coy disguise.
My sense of safety risks no rise
From She or Her colorless eyes.

Her kiss was not the sweetest grace
That my naive young lips would taste.
Not Her green eyes did thoughts displace,
But I was lost in Kali's face.

I did not throw myself at She
Just to recoil instantly.
She uttered no heart-scouring plea,
But Annie bore the tragedy.

It wasn't She who, all alone,
Ensnared my heart to forge Her throne.
She did not shatter all I'd known,
But Meghann splintered hope like bone.

Come, Boy, speak up now, crass and clear
To utter truth in utter fear
'Til smudged is penmanship by tear.
The Bard to Muse speaks. Let Her hear.

Kali, I was not worth your time.
Annie, how I lament my crime.
Meghann, your smile still stings sublime.
My Love, you've never left my mind.