...Under a Spell

She enchants me.
I'm under the gravest of spells I am...
Enchanted.
It's not just in the way she talks,
Or laughs without a care,
Or the way she holds my hand
...the way she opens up a whole new world to me and for me,
A world where I am hers and she is mine,
If only in my mind,
If only...
The way she listens with her eyes,
And cares...
The caution she keeps guarding her being...
The way she slips her hand into mine,
Tilts her head towards me for a kiss,
And oh so gently...

I am under spell...
I find myself unsure of which way is up or down with her...
And knowing the deepest secrets of the earth all at the same time.
I feel inhibited  and free...all at once
And I don't want this enchantment to end...

I am under an enchantment.
And Good God it feels amazing!