Like an enigmatic trance,
weaved into a mesh,
layer after layer,
daubed her defiant eyes

And caught in his love’s caper
she swirled like a ballet’s pirouette,
her feet swayed
in rhythm with his beating heart

And her pneuma
blinded by his fragrance,
as if the arrays of lavender farms
were brushed by a gentle wind

She floated,
drifting away into an occult spell,
like the dice on a seance spread,
she fell where his name was engrained

Such was her love,
he was nowhere to be found,
yet his presence
engulfed her moonlit world

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