Ireland, May 2005, sometimes love is psychosis


The magician, the liar I



Have you been struck by a moonbeam while I was away?

Have you succumbed to the lady who wants you to stay?



Or maybe the woman you love has come to her senses

Or maybe the heat of Brazil has torn down your defences



Most anything could have happened, I simply don't know

I'm up here walking the mountains and smelling the snow



What will be, will be - but I send you a wish from afar

That you are still my magician

My Michael,

My angel,

My star.





Poetry by Princess Charles
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Written on 2009-08-17 at 23:02

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I loved the poetic flow of this beguiling poem.

Only sometimes? springs to this overtly romantic mind

Smiling at you

Tai, thinking 2005 was a vintage year for lovers
2009-08-18