Now, when he and I meet, after all these years,
I say to the ♥♥♥♥♥ inside me, don’t start growling.
He isn’t a trespasser anymore,
Just an old acquaintance tipping his hat.
My voice says, “Nice to see you,”
As the ♥♥♥♥♥ starts to bark hysterically.

When the man speaks some kind words to her,
The ♥♥♥♥♥ changes her tone; she begins to whimper.
She wants to snuggle up to him, to cringe.
Down, girl! Keep your distance
Or I’ll give you a taste of the choke-chain.
“Fine, I’m just fine,” I tell him.
She slobbers and grovels.