Svengali Spell
Is there any black magic in your eyes?
In your magnetism, I am hypnotized;
I see, in your glance, millions of fireflies.
By your piercing looks, I am mesmerized.
I'm filled with your thoughts in my wakefulness;
My sleeps are staged with your endless dances.
Aren't my smiles mirrors of your gracefulness?
Aren't my movements outcomes of my trances?
They declare I have gone out of my mind—
It's not true; rather, I'm possessed by you.
To this world and its beauties, I've gone blind;
Nothing else besides you seems to be true.
My soul is but a phantom in your hand—
I dance to rhythms I don’t understand.
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