Love Spell

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    Love Spell

    From afar you can see a forest
    So eerie, dark, and cold
    But living within is a bantam pixie
    Whose soul never grows old
    Pixilated was this pixies whole world
    Fragmented and torn
    Emptiness invaded her heart
    As broken were many a promise sworn
    Weeping she lay inside
    Each teardrop nourishing the beautiful lily
    Her breaths grew short, very shallow
    As she realized her dreams were naïve, so silly
    Her tiny hands shadowed her face
    For in that moment she lost her faith in life
    She abandoned herself in the disbelief of happinesss existence
    In the very midst of all her pain and strife
    A handsome black raven flew overhead
    His keen eye catching this tiny one in a great deal of sorrow
    He plucked her out of the tiger lily bed
    Tucking her safely under his wings into the light of tomorrow
    Soaring high above all he showed her the world
    That she never knew apart from a blade of grass
    The warmth of the sun radiating into her soul
    Rectifying what had once been but broken glass
    He befriended this diminutive angel with wings of her own
    Whod forgotten what it was like to fly
    She once soared with the sound of laughter from the other pixies
    Whose friendships had all been but an unjust lie
    Landing softly for the first time she and he
    Watched the sun take a graceful bow
    He set her free from the pain
    For it vanished for that flight, somehow
    She warmed herself in his feathers
    She felt a wet droplet and assumed it was rain
    But upon further examination she discovered a tear in his eye
    He housed in his heart much of his own pain
    With a bit of pixie dust she sprinkled over his head
    Relinquishing him of this agony internal
    Enduring now he only a calming mind of peace
    His heart yearning for her love exclusively eternal
    His glowing ember eyes turning a softer shade
    A kiss so tender this raven received on his beak
    A pixie prince then transformed as this pixies kiss
    Was the solvent to the evil spell he for years did desperately seek
    Rescued they had each other no doubt
    Lit was the passion that is too intimate to tell
    Together forever they themselves became bound
    By their own unintentional love spell

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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