Bewitched - Poem by Rod Morris
I’d met a dark-haired vision with healthy rosy cheeks,
Could not erase her from my mind; was bemused by her for weeks.
I was too shy and circumspect to even ask her name,
How someone I did not know could put me off my game.
Plucked up courage long enough to ask her to a dance,
Love is blind but one sometimes has to take a chance.
The late walk home and romance was in the air,
It did not rain but if it did; who were we too care?
We sat upon a swing seat; nothing was amiss,
Outside her front door we started our first kiss.
The door flew open; her Dad surely broke the spell,
From deep sleep awoken; from our leaning on the bell.
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