Smitten
Who could have conspired,
it would hit me that hard.
Words would inspire,
my femme fatale bard.
From across ocean deep,
we talked long in the night.
And now as you sleep,
I contemplate your sight.
Poignant your rhyme,
from fathoms within.
Stimulated my mind,
now time to begin.
Head spinning with wonder,
paradox perfectly clear.
Your stanzas I ponder,
heart permanently seared.
Is it time to surrender,
my citadel inside.
Your vision so tender,
my soul open wide.
Our odyssey does start,
culmination unknown.
Words whisper my heart,
mind already blown.
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