Enchanting mights overwhelming me
with skin pale as fiery snow
and eyes dark as night...
My growing heart - bleeding
I craft her spell
A rising fountain of lust
One more staring glance
and my favour will never lust!
I am armed to suffer with quietness of spirit
Soft stillness with the touch of night's sweet harmony
She seeks my life
Her love drops as gentle rain from heaven
Craft Her Spell
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