Gunpoint of Love

Nen Poetry

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Nov 8, 2023

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How am I still here? you ask
 I could have died many years ago,
  at the gunpoint of Love
   shot and got born instead
   
In the cradle of Passion
 I found my breath,
  Life’s meaning woven 
   with threads of Fate

The trigger 
 Destiny gently pulled,
  a near miss
   a Second Chance ensued

So here I remain
 not by chance but Choice,
  in the aftermath
   I found my Voice

From the Abyss
 risen like a sparrow,
  Love's bullet grazed
   yet set my Heart to grow

The fabric of Existence, 
 finely spun,
  Each near escape
   a pattern bold and new

For in this woven world 
 of complex lace,
  The Path unfolds 
   in its unique embrace

So I cherish the weave,
 the weft and the warp,
  for at the gunpoint of Love,
   I play my harp
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