For Zea,

I am the wicked warlock into the woods--
Which chose to be silently in love with a short-haired poetess wizard.
We were poles apart from beliefs and identity.

A spell versus curse;
wand versus potion,
mind versus heart.

Who will win?
(sigh)
I'd made a potion for you--
A potion for fondness;
Brouhaha; ain't laugh of the devil,
But a mirror of my emotion.
I opened the potion,
but I was rejected!!,
by your spell, 'Avada Kedavra'--
I died--
I died.