I’ll put a spell on you
She said
I’ll make you mine
Come over here – have this apple
A sip of wine?
You caught my eye, you see
Said she
Come here. Please be mine.
Follow my gaze, my dear
You’ll soon know why.
I’ll put a spell on you;
She whispered
You’ll soon be mine.
Her long fingers beckoned me
To look into her sapphire eyes
The sparkle
The gaze
Hypnotic haze
She put a spell on me
But what a waste of time.
I put a spell on you.
She cried.
Why aren’t you mine?
It’s not you, it’s me.
I said.
It happens all the time.
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