Magic dances on your finger tips;
You transform the day.
Enchantment unwinds in glistening threads
and tangles between us.
Your spell has ensnared me,
but I’ll never tell that the gleam in my eyes
came from a cauldron of your promises.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Love ” the cauldron of your promises” line!
😉
I was particularly pleased with that one, myself!
Promises as potions- I can relate to that.
😉
Love it!!!
Thank you, Holly. I appreciate you stopping by and taking time to comment.
Love it and the pictures in it. Shawn you’re amazing.
Thank you, Dave. I appreciate you stopping by and taking time to comment!
That is a beatifully vivid masterpiece!
Thanks very much. I appreciate your kind words.
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