Floating through the dance room
A black gown hanging down.
spiked heals gracefully walking
a black hat is tipping down.
She looks up at the room
Her eyes are joining his.
Everything stops in thin air.
There’s a magic spell of love..
He walks to her never losing sight
of her lips a shimmering red.
The dress clinging on her curves.
There isn’t a word said.
No one is in the world right now
as the two hearts become one.
Dancing to a powerful song
powerful spell of fusing love.
All they hear are their hearts
beating loud and clear.
The sound of their hearts and souls
Fusing together in love
She tips her hat, placing her lips
on the beautiful neck of his
He holds her hips so beautifully
wonderfully tight to his.
He looks into her witches eyes
& in a trance he stands
Passionately kissing her ruby lips
Loves spell lives on in them.

marlenedawn

Marlene Reid . 2003