spellbound

spellbound
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I sit, spellbound, at his feet,
as words at once strange and sweet,
stream forth from the poet's soul,
words with which my heart he stole.

Bound by chains no eye can see,
the magic too strong for me,
caught fast in the poet's thrall,
irresistibly, I fall.

He does not notice me there
(at his feet), nor would he care,
yet I am content to be
there, listening, silently.