Under Her Spell

Nearer and nearer moved this sun (as he saw her),
radiating its gentle, majestic light on every side,
until he felt himself enfolded in that radiance...

And heard that voice -so caressing, serene and yet so simple.
A deathly silence fell, which he sensed as right and proper.
Through it came the sound of her sweet voice.

Her face was even finer than ever before.
It glowed with a girlish delight and youthful innocence
of a giddy fourteen-year-old.

Glancing casually, her eyes met his,
and lingered there for not more than two seconds.
Whether or not she could tell what was happening at the depths of his soul, (and he was almost sure that she could),
She did stare into his face for two solid seconds,
with her hazel eyes emitting a soft and gentle radiance.

That was how he fell under her spell.
That was how she stole his heart.