You Don't Know Her Very Well

By Stone Bryson

A party was planned down at the lake

and I was the first to arrive,

so I waited without a thought or complaint,

‘cause I had never felt so alive.

I questioned the wisdom of my promptness

and I felt an enormous regret,

when then second arrival got out of her car,

the seductress - the Satanette.

She walked up to me and said…

“you don’t know her very well,

you do not know about the hell

she has put men through.

If you’re not careful, she’ll break you in two,

and she will play you for a fool.”

I bushed her off with a laugh and a smile

and told her she was insane.

I wanted her to leave me alone in my happiness

- no desire to play her game.

She shot me look that went deep in my eyes

and I felt an uncomfortable sweat,

she touched my face sweetly and looked so sincere

a look I could not forget.

Then she said to me…

“You don’t know her very well,

for she has weaved a complex spell

as part her plan.

She will slaughter your very essence - and understand,

that she will do it just because she can.”

I pushed her hand away from my face,

and told her to watch her words,

then asked her how she could slash her best-friend

with things obviously absurd.

I told her that I was completely in love

and would not listen to hateful lies,

she just shook her head and despite her smile

she had a sadness in her eyes.

Then she spoke once again…

“You don’t know her very well,

your love is blind and I cannot compel

you, to listen to me.

But do not ignore the warning signs - that you will see,

and know that someone loves you - but it is not she.”

Written February 2003