I was never a poet,
Until you passed by,
Never a believer,
Yet now I try.
We had different worlds,
But of the same kind
Now in your spell,
My heart is bind.

I was never certain,
Yet now I'm sure,
Hiding behind a curtain,
Afraid, I trembled.
Casting that spell of love on me again,
As I write our story on the point of my pen.

I was never a woman,
Yet now I am,
Though I knew you would prefer
A graceful swan.
I was never like this,
When you showed me the sun,
My heart felt bliss,
My poem, left, undone.