Still (and) Pretty

It looks so real
The flame...
Flickering against the exposed brick
Beckoning to me
As if it were alive

But it's not live
It's a trick of the eye
Like the "flameless" log in my grandparents' fireplace
When they still had a fireplace
And, when I still had grandparents

Love can be like that, too
Appear real
Burning bright
But on the inside, there's no fire
It's as artificial as a battery

Remove the battery
Remove the light (of love)
Compartmentalization at its finest!
I wish I had that talent
To so easily love...and, even more easily, let go

I preferred the bliss of belief
Belief that love could be real
That, magic was possible
And, miracles could manifest 
Alchemy of the soul

Strange to be a walking, talking miracle 
Yet experience so few
Same with love:
My abundance is a never-ending font
But rarely does it flow in my direction

Never say never, eh???
Okay, I'll bite
​(and, I really will...)
Meanwhile, I'll keep looking at the flame
Even if fake, it's still (and) pretty

#stillpretty