Bewitching By Richard Maxfield 3-23-2000 Bewitching I’m under your spell This feels like heaven It could be hell The sparkle In your eyes Melts my heart Emotions fly Warm smile Gentle tone To have you For my own Brown skin With silken glow Shivers my being Head to toe An angel Of fair delight Standing shimmering In gold moon light Happiness or sorrow Which will you bring Heart ach and pain Or dawning new spring For this only Time will tell Bewitching woman I’m under your spell Copyright # RM99R4Birth sign: Gemini
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