Spellbound by elegance

Love’s like the leaves in spring,
like the clouds in the sky
Sometimes it’s warmest breeze
Sometimes it’s longest sigh

Oh those Parisian days
and the Mexican nights
when I saw your angel face
among the vicious lights

You danced into my life
turned into disco floor
You brought me joy and strife
I never had before

Spellbound by elegance
I feel your “native ease”
You are my last romance
You are my sweet disease

You used to sing along
with the old fashioned tune
And always changed the song
when saw the rising moon

Drama of love and fight
You are so sad and nice
On the pics in black and white
like debris of our lives

You’ve come to blow away
my life to dancing floor
and I am still there today
I’m begging you for more

Spellbound by elegance
I put on a trendy suit
to die in this last dance,
I’m trying to be so cute

You are moving on the screen
in the 1950s films
Another blonde bombshell,
born in my secret dreams.

Closer than my own skin,
farther than outer space,
you are always sweet sixteen,
with pretty angel face

March-April 2019