Spell

As if they were oceans,

swirling, churning, deep, dark

oceans of delicious molten chocolate,

those eyes of yours,

they tempted me to wander and lose myself.

Those eyes, they wove some strange spell.

 

As if it were the first ray of the day,

lighting up the world, painting that bleak

grey sky into colors of dawn,

that smile of yours,

it beckoned me to shake off leftovers of nightmares.

That smile, it wove some strange spell.

 

As if you were some white knight

from a long lost lore,

making sad children smile and

nursing injured puppies

that heart of gold, that resplendent heart of yours,

it enchanted me to fall, fall for you.

That heart, it cast some strange spell.