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Bell, Book, And Candle - Poem by NORMAN ROSS

There is some magic binds me to your eyes-
Witchcraft, born of Sorcery and Guile;
And yet they look so innocent all the while,
A necromantic, star-bright blue surprise!

Did Merlin out of Camelot devise
the runic incantation of your smile?
Is Circe's song one half so volatile,
enchanting, or bewitching as your sighs?

There's wizardry in sunlight on your hair;
and conjury in the curving of your breast;
You walk and create music everywhere
to cast a spell and leave my heart possessed.

For when you're near, like alchemists of old,
You turn my life's base metal into gold.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 7, 2010

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