Others were around,
In and out of her life,
Yet her point never wavered,
Her arrow never budged.
And then he came
And suddenly she’s all alive, eyes shining.
She drops everything for him:
Her handkerchief,
Her gloves,
Her fan.
Activities are forgotten,
Dreams overlooked,
Pursuits abandoned.
Now a word, a look
Will be enough.
Her solo song turns into his serenade,
Or perhaps her last aria,
Her soul lost to his call,
Deaf to any siren songs but his.
This is true magnetism,
Life or death in a glance.
Caught between love and an obsession
Only divinity can sustain.
Too close,
And she’ll lose herself.
Every point on the compass
Will be north.
Her world subsumed by him
But he gives her direction
And she takes it
With both hands.
Copyright 2015 Andrea Lundgren Thanks to Jane Austen for the wording of lines 14-15 Photo by quicksandala, Creative Commons
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