I, Held Her Tight, And Held Her-Close. Poem by Michael Gale
I, Held Her Tight, And Held Her-Close.
I held her hard and held her tight...
I held her closer, than mighty-might.
She held me, in her spell, she weaved...
I was forsaken, and full, deceived.
She casted her spell, and strong, it was...
My head did heave, and schwoosh, and buzz.
Down to the floor, did I fall...
Faster than fastest, was the call.
Cupid's arrow had darted me...
No longer free of heart, would I be.
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