Romance

Twilight.

A deep and dusky blue.

The day has not quite ended, the night

has not begun.

 

You.

You tug at that part of me that

calls itself Enchanted, that sometimes is transposed

into the chord of Longing.

 

Music.

Lyrics.

You invite my spirit

to be romantic, without communicating one word.

And not one word could sum up

the feelings you bring my way.

 

Direction.

You place in my mind a picture:

an image of a path,

the ending scenes of joy.

 

Delight.

You reawaken my childhood wishes

of magic existing,

of invisible fairies

living around us;

inspire daydreams immersed in fantasy.

 

Spells.

Such an effect you have on me.

Like a dream lodged in a jewel,

something that won’t be thrown out of my life.

I’ll die with you around my neck.

 

Loyalty.

Even if you are taken,

even if we’re never more than friends,

I will always own the knowledge

that once a part of me considered you mine.

 

Me. My feelings.

That loyalty, those spells,

the delight and the direction,

the music and twilight,

and you.

A one-sided

Romance.

The End

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