The Tales He Tells
He paints my world with words and phrases
meant to stir emotions, deep.
Tales of intrigue that amazes,
into my soul his stories seep.
Meant to stir emotions deep,
the tales he tells cast a spell.
Into my soul his stories seep
taking me to heaven or hell.
The tales he tells cast a spell,
leaving me waiting on every line.
Taking me to heaven or hell
as if each story were only mine.
Leaving me waiting on every line,
tales of intrigue that amazes.
As if each story were only mine
he paints my world with words and phrases.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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