This may be folly or fate, Coincidence or destiny.
I have been here before.
I know this place.
Your face, like a painting of the past.
Your body, like an illustrious angel.
Each line perfected, marble made liquid.
Form seving its function.
Eyes green like the jungle cat, fierce and cunning.
Hands strong as your glare, gentle as your smile.
Nothing's changed, except me.
I'm no longer the girl you once knew.
No longer fearless, or full of hostility.
Truth is I never was.
Surprised?
I was, when I stopped and looked around.
I realized what you saw in me was an illusion.
I was forever the Magician, never telling the whole story.
I manipulated my way in.
Surveyed you and took inventory of your desires.
Manifested them behind my red curtain.
I beacme a mirror reflecting what you wanted to see.
Yet staying far enough away,
to hide the real me.