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The Siren

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.

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I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader and a small-town woman with a fish-eye perspective. My stories write themselves. If you like my stories, Like, Comment and Share. You can reach me on my Facebook page.

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