Love Poem: Fascination
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Written by: Martin Mcloone

Fascination

She stood along the lonely door frame, 
watching the crackling wood fire, 
beset with a sudden burning passion, 
that only her heart could desire, 
hair of straw that was golden spun, 
blows gently as a mild breeze whips,
in her gaze is the reflection of flames, 
she says more with her eyes than lips. 

Come to her grace with hat upon hand, 
she never plays pity to the fools, 
although she be fond of a game or two, 
as long as you can play by her rules,
she is not conceded nor cursed with vanity, 
just has a particular taste, 
if you're honest, kind and unique of mind, 
she won't let it go to waste. 

Every movement is worth it to watch, 
how beauty transcends to life with ease, 
what secrets lay in a heart shaped box, 
if only we could possess the keys,
yet still there is an echo, a thumping pulse, 
racing and I know it will never cease, 
just to take awhile to return your smile, 
like a puzzle with a missing piece.