The Lady of Magic

Once,
At a restaurant,
I met a girl,
A woman,
A lady.

I reached her,
And said,
“You look very beautiful!”
Why I said,
I don’t know.

“Come with me” said she,
“Where?” asked I,
“Question me not,
Answers follow in due time”
Answered she.

I followed,
To her home,
Old and dark,
Classic,
Filled with.

Manuscripts and maps,
Lamps and candles,
Notes and sketches,
Books and paintings,
Awesome and magical.

“I am a magician” her voice,
“Never heard of you”
“I am nor performer”
“Why?”
Asked I.

No reply,
“Question me not,
Answers follow in due time”
Said I,
She smiled.

“You help me” said her,
“Sure” told I,
Days passed,
Life continued,
With her.