Meeting You That Evening
meeting you that evening
the enchantment seems endless
my heart has wings and my hands
have magic wands and my mouth
has the magic words of love
it is a fairy tale, and we sleep
in that castle in the clouds and
the soldiers listen to my commands,
and then i wake up without you
my princess turn into an old doll
my magic wands mere matchsticks
love imagined, love unrequited
a bitter pill, a deadly potion.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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