The Wand
You come to me and wave your wand
and conjure an enchanted bond
Your passion begins to work its magic,
upon my life, which once was tragic
My soul's been raised and resurrected;
A fate that I had not expected
The life I'd lived was dark and cold,
still, upon my heart it had a hold
These charms of yours, arouse in me
emotions that must be set free
What feelings now my heart adorn!
Desire to feel, to live, reborn
A fever burns again within,
to hold, to kiss, to touch your skin
This fire that has begun to rage
shall burn these words onto the page:
The magic arts we lovers share,
the spells we weave, the deeds we dare
Are the kindling only passion sparks
into the fire that leaves no marks
Of enchantments love may die without,
passion's the one; aye, there's no doubt
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2014
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