Once, there was he who admired a maiden,
However, his feelings — he kept all hidden.

How must he have her eyes look at his?
Does it take a love tunic, or a passionate kiss?

However, there is something he knows not.

He needs not a wand, a scepter, nor a potion,
Her heart does not have its walls up in caution;

And his words of enchant, he would need not tell,
For she was already under his magic spell.

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(10•04•18)