Periapt

She wrapped her arms around my neck

And I donned her with pride.

Unaware that what I wore

Hung

Like a cursed talisman.

Corrupting me

In the best ways.

For the hex was insatiable 

And her charm was exquisite.

But the magic soon faded

When I realized

It was simply scintillating 

Smoke and mirrors.

None of it was real,

At least not to her. 

So I guess the greatest trick of all

Was the illusion

Of love.