mast piec


He asked me if I put a spell on him

If to love casts a spell

Then under it we both dance

The eye of the child looks to the future

The intellect of the heart looks back and understands

Where ever you go, in you I am

The flesh goes within

A canvas to a masterpiece

To please, to love, and to thank

Divine magnetism flows

Into a spiritual escape

A sacred place

So powerful yet so fragile

As breath is to dust and bones are to life

The master pieces us together


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