For You

January 28, 2010
By , Brookfield, CT
When the light is dim
And the incense lit
It is with thoughts of her I am captured
Upon a slight whim
And a quick bit of wit
She instantly held me in rapture
With eyes of the forest
And hair whipped by the wind
She unknowingly cast the spell
She caught me the quickest
And soon did I find
An obsession no slander could quell
And so we will live
In bliss together
And nothing will part us
Not even death

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