I bet you rue the day you kissed the poet in the dark,
Bet you cursed at the star's alignment and the scheming cosmos.
You cursed the night you kissed the poet,
Cursed the stars that aligned for that moment.
The cosmos had conspired against you,
Set you on a path you couldn't undo.
That kiss, a catalyst for all that came,
A spark that lit a flame of poetic fame.

But now you wonder if it's a curse or a gift,
This life of verse, of words that you lift.
So you trace the path from that moment on,
The fork in the road where your life was spun.
One path led to love and another to...