Under Your Spell
Fair are my dream souvenirs of flowery fields.
Fairer still are my thoughts of you when I awake.
The magic of your memory over me wields
A secret sorcery that only you can make.
I am completely yours, my heart is held captive.
I have no will of my own and am wholly yours.
Somehow, you are a mighty force that is tractive
And my happy heart under your fair pull endures.
I do not want to be free from your enchantment.
In your soft arms I find my greatest contentment.
Give me all of your love and your sweet kisses, too.
And like the flowers in beauty live, just we two.
by Lanier Thomas
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