Under Your Spell

Fair are my dream souvenirs of flowery fields. Fairer still are my thoughts of you when I awake. The magic of your memory over me wields A secret sorcery that only you can make. I am completely yours, my heart is held captive. I have no will of my own and am wholly yours. Somehow, you are a mighty force that is tractive And my happy heart under your fair pull endures. I do not want to be free from your enchantment. In your soft arms I find my greatest contentment. Give me all of your love and your sweet kisses, too. And like the flowers in beauty live, just we two. by Lanier Thomas