The Spellbinder …

 
Once upon a time there lived a spellbinder!
She met a non-abler, who was also a dabbler
And now,
The dabbler sings the rhyme, thinking it as sublime
“She makes me spellbind, I thought she was mine
And was totally consigned,
Although knowing her opine that we can never entwine
I love her like divine
People say that love is blind, but I didn’t ever mind
For the sake of mankind, I am telling this first time

Don’t ever get spellbind
Coz love is really blind..
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Posted on September 8, 2011, in Stories & Poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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