Saturday, April 09, 2005

Warlock

He weaves a spell on me
Like an early morning mist
Makes my world full of possibilities
With just one little kiss
He pulls on a cloak of illusion
And takes me to a higher plane
My head and heart are spinning
Nothing again will be the same
He makes the impossible seem real
That even dreams can come true
I hope this magic will continue
Or I’ll have to learn a spell or two!!!!

5 Comments:

Blogger 3rd avenue said...

pretty!

3:04 PM  
Blogger Anonymous Poet said...

Abra cadabra!

4:59 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i just wish the magic will be forever!
nice kim!

6:21 PM  
Blogger Misreflection said...

Can relate.. love the content, nicely written,

2:42 AM  
Blogger faye said...

this sure is a fun poem!

thanks for visiting my blog, and thanks for introducing me to yours! i'll come back for more. :-)

8:16 PM  

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