I fell so deeply for you, my love,
For you were my angel, sent from above.
A couplet adorned the entrance, inviting visitors to Cupid’s Park. Bright green vines hugged the stone pillars on either side. Winding paths and arching trees presented vibrant roses with colors so striking, everyone whispered of magic.
“Don’t be silly,” they laughed at each other, dismissing the notion of magic like proper adults.
I always found grown-up humans so peculiar. As children, they easily saw the magic around them, but the more grown they got, the more blind they became.
Take love, for example. Magic was entwined with love in every way, and yet, the humans believed in love, but not in magic? Not even when they admired my impossibly radiant roses, one rose for every true love I helped bring together.
I dread to see the day the humans stop believing in love too.
© Jade M. Wong 2016