Enchanted
By: Jeff R. Young
There is a place where magic is born
Hidden from life behind bushes and thorns
It's deep in the forest, with leaves so green
It is hidden so well that it's rarely seen
I stumbled upon this moonlit grove
Catching the scent of cinnamon and clove
I saw her there as if drawn by an artist
Standing like a statue of some ancient goddess
Her black hair smelled like burning leaves
Her pale eyes study everything she sees
Black lipstick highlights creamy white skin
Her silver robe flutters around in the wind
She dances along with the breeze
The moonlight shining through the trees
She twists and twirls and spins around
Not disturbing the leaves on the ground
My eyes are locked; on her, they dwell
I've been caught in her enchanted spell
I gladly give in to her incantations
As I'm drawn to all her innocent flirtations
She dances towards me and grabs my hand
I have no idea for what she has planned
With a witch's kiss, she stole my breath
And through that spell, I'd love her to death
She danced her way back through the trees
With a smile on her lips, saying she was pleased
The enchantment of that kiss will forever hold tight
As I watched her dance off into the night
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