Charmed

A gentle breeze told me of your presence
As did the violins playing all around
A sad tune or merry they play;
I cannot say
I cannot say
Yesterday I said, tomorrow I will cease to care
About how you fare
But today I see you
Armed
With those jokes that flow so easy
And that smile which promises to beguile ….and you look at me with those eyes bewitching
That I lie there helpless
under that gaze, twitching
Saying I’ll get over you tomorrow.
All the while knowing,
tomorrow never comes.

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