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.
Well this is one time when you win
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I do sometimes, Beverly. 😉
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LOVE the poem!
Well done you clever thing.
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Pleased you do, and thank you, Cobs!
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Ha, impervious to spells 🙂 Handy at Halloween …
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Very handy, Raili! 😀
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Poor witchy left bereft!!! 🙂
God Bless!
Prenin.
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She was indeed, Prenin! 😀 Lucky escape!
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Clever and bewitching.
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Thanks, Eugenia… just the thing for Hallowe’en time! 😀
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Spooky and very good 🎃
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Thanks, Elaine. I do likes me Hallowe’en posts!
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LOL! Love your last lines!
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😀
Thanks, Diane… it had to be done!
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