The Spell

Your presence

Was Intoxicating

Shrouded in innocence

Your spell

Became the sell

A groundswell

Of affection

And Love

A warm blanket

In a moment of confusion

Like a lost bird

You bathed my heart

Bringing it back to life

Beating with vigor

I regained confidence

For a fresh start

And then you left

Seeking pastures new

You kept the spell

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On me

Appearing in dreams

Leaving messages

To be found in screams

And far flung places

Your affection was felt

By other women

Your web of ancient wisdom

Felt familiar

And comforting

But this spell

However intoxicating

Had to be purged

To create freedom

Your objects pulsated

Moments cremated

Your energy desecrated

My heart

In order to become well

I had to release your spell.