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Monday, October 8, 2018

Enchantment

More “magic”...

Enchanting Bliss

Like Bogey and Bacall,
with our love unfurled,
we bring order, stability,
steadfast togetherness,
bright lights in a dark world.
Ours is not a dream,
there’s no magic in our art,
though to others it might so seem,
we are simply playing our part.
Cupid’s arrows never struck,
with mysterious love potions,
no magic flower picked by Puck,
ever created dreamlike notions.
It’s no accident, no stroke of luck,
we do not bumble,
seldom stumble,
satisfied each day
with what life has meant to say.
Not star-cross’d lovers,
hoping for do-overs,
no need for enchantment,
T’would just impede our way.
We’ve turned our dreams into reality,
true visionaries, we let life be.
Even if our love were a dream,
it would need to be embraced,
but no golden palace, no silver hill,
no white elephant need be chased.
Our love, like life,
though not a dream, remains
unfathomable, indescribable,
it simply sits there, glowing.
We cannot grasp it,
so we simply
bathe in its perplexity,
revel in its complexity,
be content in never knowing.

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