Get out of my head.
My dreams are off limits, too.
I can feel it when you think of me,
It really is quite cruel.
To be in your presence is not an option,
of this I can be sure.
There is no end to the spell you've cast,
because your love is pure.
A master in the Art of Love and War,
a plan you will devise.
Your tactics are pure genius,
there is no place to hide.
My strongest magic fails,
against this enchantment that you weave.
I'll build a wall around my heart,
and pray that you will leave.
*words have power...thoughts are energy...choose wisely
(inspiration for this poem came from "the power of love" and after watching the movie "twilight")
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