Her eyes put a spell on me.
The kindness of her soul made them
shine, and I could feel the way they
made me lose myself from this world.
I made myself look at her - all of her.
Her long, dark hair - curled down
her back - red lips. Her hads, so
small and thin, I feared they'd break
by a mere touch.
Her smile made me want to know more.
Made a fire underneath my consentration,
and everything cooler then her golden
flames was pushed from my side.
I cannot recall the voice she had, nor the
words she spoke. I know not if she was
light or dark - thin or round. All I see
are her eyes - and I feel the spell.
And then - like a breath of air - she is gone.