Spellbound

The lemon tipped trees in, the barely there, breeze bow their heads in afternoon slumber Sky, cornflower blue Like the sweet eyes, of you Spellbound, I, captive, fall under In the ease of your love on the borrowed wings of a dove uplifted, to new heights, and soaring Not a cloud overhead since the words that you've said flood my heart, unexpected, downpouring See the Monarchs migrating to the gulf stream awaiting Yet I choose to stay near to thee And share in your seasons for whatever my reasons Unlike butterflies, I've no need to be free