Love is but an Incantation


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    Love is but an Incantation

    Dark, shadowy the vines grow
    creeping up the ledge
    creeping slow
    The star lit sky cries as the raven sings its song
    "long life to her"
    she was young once
    The gray shadows now show her age
    She has slept all day
    and will now cry all night
    for you love are but an incantation
    Do you dare dream of being held so tightly
    To scream of pain till it hurts
    A slither of doubt shown in her eyes
    Her head hangs low
    "I am but an incantation"
    She sang her song
    Danced her dance
    Till the rhythm slowed
    She lost her stance
    "sing to me, please sing again."

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    bforibus commented on Love is but an Incantation


    damn, i wish this poem wasnt so good, because a comment can't describe the beauty in it

    Rocetman commented on Love is but an Incantation


    an enchanting image as I read.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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