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Under Love's Spell


I'm under the spell of Love
It has me rooted to the ground
beneath the fear of death and beyond
into the fray howled the wolf in scribe's clothing
bring me to my knees sweet Love,
bring me to my senses of you,
and you and you and you,
but mainly you! You O You O You O You O You and Me
We and You O You O You O You O You...

Guitar take this train down the tracks to their gift of dance
Summon your steel on steel in an ever loving quest for Peace!
Lay down your arms and raise them in and out to help all others,
sisters, nieces, nephews, aunts and uncles, mothers and fathers, cousins and wife and daughters, I deserve not your forgiveness but beg it of you now... My kinship toward and outward, forward, toward family.

Chosen are all.
Yes. We need go there.
Yes. Walk along beside me, One.

One and done.

Boom boom!

Mmmm...

(Silence whispers the darkness, sing croons the light...)

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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