You may call this an attraction
a craze, a pull or simply magic
my love has a trove of spells,
reversals of them are tragic.
I am no sorcerer or magician
but I can perceive and feel,
when someone is sad and hurt
I find them a way to heal.
Something that feels as needy
has been unselfish at the start.
It is possible to get intertwined
and feel lost in the lanes of the heart.
I could swim across seven seas
and I could walk a thousand miles,
through all the eerie dark places
to catch glimpses of her smiles.
Reversal of spells burns my heart
and leaves a trail of smoke umber.
Then pain leaves me drowned
in the aftermath of opioid slumber.
The beauty of fresh and wild nature,
and all the joys throughout the year,
can\'t match the comfort and solace
that I find in one warm rolling tear.