Spellbound... Poem by WIN VENTURA

He moved like moonlight caught in glass,
A whisper where no shadows pass.
Eyes like verses, lips like.. hmm sweet wine,
His silence echoed through my spine.

I wasn't lost — I chose the maze,
Drawn to hid wildfire gaze.
No chant, no charm, no sacred rite,
Just he and I beneath star-light.

Time held its breath when he walked near,
My doubts dissolved, replaced with fear.
Not fear to flee — but fear to fall,
To give my name, to lose it all.

Was it love, or was it art —
The way he sketched across my heart?
A spell so soft, so strangely loud,
He never touched — yet let me wore my shroud.

He said no words, he cast no chains,
Still I obeyed without complaints.
For some enchantments need no sound —
Just presence… to leave you spellbound.

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA