what fairy dust?

inimitable witchling
maker of magic, weaver of spells
what fairy dust
from her sweet hand falls

binding my heart
my eyes made blind to all
but her sweet light
entranced, eternally enchanted

i wish for nothing
but to share the dance of life
with she
true guardian of my heart

i catch my breath
grow dizzy with her presence
what price immortality
if separation was the coin

sealed, enchanted circle
with time paused, suspended
while love's pulse beats
a wild tattoo of want

and every breath so deep
inhaled to hold the memory of her
held heart close
to cherish in the time of distance

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