The moment I've found you, I've fallen ill.
Your spell caught me unaware,
Working it's magic from afar,
blinding me, ensnaring.
A glance - an arrow,
Your eyes - abyss of the sea.
I could have fallen asleep in your sway,
my breath taken away,
For I've forgotten what lays ahead,
Eager to be saved
by your warm embrace.
I've jumped at the opportunity to exchange
any words with you, or maybe yourself.
Stalling for too long, I've fallen ill.
I've burned the boat that could have saved me
And said:
Please show me where to go!
North - you've said.
Through the door.
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