Enchanted,

Remarking on a word so full

Of wonder

I stare at this and insist

It’s case comes with power

Fulfilling dreams

And describing a magic

Of beauty

It seems it dares to be different

Even cogent it relies on thine eye

Of perfection

New and old both are

In the queue

Parting the waters with a hue

Of purple commenting

On it’s regal abilities

Sewing and mending

Something that’s heading

Into the depths of infinity

So projects my case

As not hiding

But binding to what owns me

Is my love.


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