She was a mermaid,
or perhaps a siren,
for her voice pulled
my heart strings
and her touch
made me sing.
I know not her age,
for I never could
come out of the spell
she’d put on me.
To me she was ageless
and so was our love.
She may have had
many lovers
but I was
her only constant.
She would hold me
against her heart,
and sing
and cry.
For decades,
or centuries perhaps,
I’m hers,
as she’s mine.
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 