A Garret Poet

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Form: Rondine

I'm in her trance, an enchanted love spell
as you hold me close in desire's silk net,
we dance to mellow tones of clarinet,
as crowds of jazz dancers slowly dispel,
in vibrancy that mystic stories tell,
my mind mislaid to all things I forget,
I'm in her trance.

Bewitched advances the moment eyes met,
crystalline orbs where my passions now dwell,
willingly spellbound as love starts to swell,
charmed nerves of doubt have no reasons to fret,
I'm in her trance


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