Love's Magic
Young love is the closest thing you'll ever have to real magic.

Fading light drifts into shadows, the toil of day is done
Heartsick thoughts hold me in place, in depths of waning sun.
Smoldering embers burn in me, warm nights from long ago
When time stood still as stone for us, to help love's magic grow
Deep shadows holding us in time, young lover's lost together
No sleep was ever necessary, souls entwined forever
But youth is fleeting in this world... here, then gone the next,
Until I lie alone heartbroken, by my memories vexed
Like shards of a thousand broken mirrors, sparkling in the dark
With images of your face alight, still glowing in my heart
Regret comes home in softened hues, in the memory of your voice
Sharing love and dreams with me, and things we ought rejoice
But emptiness is beckoning, firelight simmering low
And you're no longer here with me, as winter's breath turns cold
I go wearily to my unrest, with cuts so thin and deep
My heart so low I scarcely breathe, until I see you in my sleep.
Now my toil meets with the dusk, it's with you that I belong
Like we were so long ago, love's magic alive and strong
About the Creator
Veronica Coldiron
I'm a mild-mannered project accountant by day, a free-spirited writer, artist, singer/songwriter the rest of the time. Let's subscribe to each other! I'm excited to be in a community of writers and I'm looking forward to making friends!
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