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Like Antique Love

I confess only to the stars on a moonless summer night.
The memories that haunt me day to day.
How you bewitched me, one summer long ago.
Cast your spell and drew me closer to your heart.

Before I could understand what happened, it was too late.
When I realized, I was confused and there was no remedy.
It felt like  worn leather gloves, broken in shoes, like antique love.
An old love who understands each others needs and thoughts.

We were a perfect fit, or so we thought, back then.
Ah, but we ventured too close to the flame,
eyes fixed on love & desire, oblivious to the danger.
We forgot the real world outside the spell
until one summer, not so long ago, when you changed.

And now I remain bewitched and bewildered.
Spellbound, still unable to release you from my heart.
Is one sided love just infatuation?  Was it ever real?
It feels like a dream now, so perfect, so unreal.
So untouchable, like a dream that fades at daybreak.
The only evidence left....a tear-stained pillow.

So I confess only to these stars above.....
Beloved, beloved, you will always be loved, by me.