I still believe in magic.
I just know
she's got some
kind of a spell on me.

Everywhere I look,
I see her pretty penetrating-eyes.

Everywhere I sniff,
her sweet-fragrance permeates
right through me.

Everywhere I touch
in the wee hours,
she's there in fiery-spirit.

Everywhere I eat,
I taste her delicious musk,
it satisfies my wanton-appetite.

I kiss the air to feel her
& she's there
kissing me back.

I am smitten by her runes,
in tune with her
on the same astral plane.
She is in my soul
at a transcendent level.
If that's not a love spell,
then I don't know what is.