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ENCHANTED

ENCHANTED

Castles within kingdoms fell to rise
Sands of time sift oh how age flies
I beckon to recall your soulful tone
Embracing for eternity yet is alone

Gentle whispers of your spirit linger
As tying sacred rope round my finger
In orchard gardens where we danced
Beyond my mortal eyes you glanced

Within my ear your hot breath I felt
Of promise, kissing cheek you knelt
Vows are sacred amongst two souls
We take chances remembering woos

Blue bird song captivated lost glory
To battle you deported in such hurry
Though awaited for your swift return
My heart knew it was time to mourn

Never have forgotten about our love
Now eons later we recall white dove
Symbol of you, who captivated me
Lifetimes I lived over without thee

Fairness of kingdom enchanted age
Potions in cauldrons for boiled sage
Another spell was placed upon heart
Living eons over we just cannot part

Vials with flasks intertwined of mix
As I consumed a random one for fix
Yet drinking poison mistaken by me
Becoming enchanted again for thee

© 2009 By Janette Ihnatova Dengo

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I love writing, publishing most of my work on HELIUM This piece is sitting pretty at # 1 for few months.

I appreciate all and any feedback readers provide me. Thank you for taking the time to read my work.

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poetry, poems, enchanted, potions, xogoddess, cauldrons, janette dengo

Comments

  • oneperfectkiss
    oneperfectkissabout 5 years ago

    I’m enchanted with your poetry! xx

  • Awe… thank you : )

    – Janette Dengo

  • JRGarland
    JRGarlandabout 5 years ago

    Awesome tale. I felt like I was riding along your dream.

  • Thank you JR… ♥

    – Janette Dengo

  • ToastedGhost
    ToastedGhostabout 5 years ago

    Very enchanting!

  • Thank you : )

    – Janette Dengo

  • indyjill
    indyjillabout 5 years ago

    A wonderfully woven and lyrical tale! xoxo

  • Thank you! I don’t even remember when I wrote it, must have been one of those trance like moments. It’s weird, I remember yet I don’t…. thank goodness for Anthony sitting beside me many times when I write (evenings) as he’s my witness that I do write these. I seriously don’t remember half the time, only vague clips from writing them, almost dream like memories. Weird huh?

    – Janette Dengo

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