Old Freinds


Ordinarily, you are under a spell: two, not one.
But when you look into your lover’s eyes,
you fall into another enchantment: one, not two.

You look and look
Yet never see her.
She whispers a spell:
The mirror clears
And is not there.

She sees you for a moment and..
You know what you are.

~An Arrow to the Heart

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