Spell Poem by Robert Green

The breath of your sweet voice
Brought me to my knees
Your words caressed my ears
As easy as you please
You took me back from hell
for a short time only
You had me in a spell
now cast back and lonely

My love for you has not died
I want to draw in your scent
This I proclaim, I have not lied
Because I know your heaven sent
The yearning to feel your touch
Allowing your fingers to linger
It hurts, oh it hurts so much
Burning, hot like cinder.




RG/NB