When I was learning magic they told me:
"Never do a love spell.
They’re bad news
And they never work as you intend
And they’re just unethical besides."
So I never thought about it.
And anyway, I’d never be desperate enough
To need one.
So when my heart was ripped
From my chest and
Smashed to pieces by some lame excuse,
I only thought to heal my soul
And reassure myself that it wasn’t
The final end.
I knew the Spirits would listen
And I knew they’d help me heal
But I didn’t expect them to heed my plea:
"When the time is right,
Bring The One to me."
Thinking the words would fade
Into distant memory,
I pushed on with life,
Wanting most of all to be able to
Say to him, if we met again, that I
Was doing just great, with the words
"Without you" hanging unspoken
In the air.
For the most part, I was succeeding.
Making new friends like you didn’t hurt.
If my own life was somewhat boring
--Successful, but boring—
I could simply drop a mention
Of what new project
You were working on
As if to tell him
"You are not the most
Interesting person I’ve ever met."
Then you told me you were
In love with me.
Even though it had never
Occurred to me before,
You loving me,
Me loving you,
It all made perfect sense.
Though I couldn’t figure out
How it had happened.
As a joke you said that
It was a fairy that dragged
You into the coffeehouse that day
And moved your lips so you were talking to me.
We laughed at the picture
Of a tiny fairy dragging your large frame
By your shirt collar,
Until it hit me like a blinding light:
That’s exactly what had happened,
Though it wasn’t a fairy:
It was the Spirits of the Heart
Knowing I was ready
Knowing you were ready
Knowing we were ready
To be in love
With each other.