How was I to know the sprite,
Would cast her magic spell?
Could I have been the only one,
Who didn’t know me well?
Unprepared and thinker free,
I thought that I would single be,
But now I know t’was just a dream,
Things are never as they seem.
Enchanting, she was sweet and wise,
Appearing in seductive guise,
Soon to altar, blessed am I -
And how the magic moments fly,
For I will soon bid fond farewell,
To single days when I would dwell,
In thoughtful dreams that she may be,
The only sprite as meant for me.
(a sprite is a wood nymph, a fairy)
Michael Walsh © 17.05.13
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