Soft Magic Webs
She weaves a web of magic
when she stops to talk to me.
Soft threads so fair,
of angel hair create reality.
My heart becomes entangled
in her sincere and lovely eyes.
A pretty face, angelic grace,
the look of feigned surprise.
Sweet lyrics bound within soft sounds
expressed in metered tone,
Relieves the call of thunder
from my troubles, yet unknown.
I cannot ever break that spell.
I wouldn't let bright spirits pall.
I let each wisp of heavens grip
entwine me in her magic thrall.
The touch of velvet on my cheek
as we hug and say adieu.
Her soulful look into my heart
that tells me love is true.
written ©06.20.2016
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