No less the effects your life's breath,
than that of potent spells.
Intense heat within me,
spreading to my mind and soul.
No less than the cauldron of a gypsy witch,
the potions boiling therein.
Forgotten is my purpose,
in days and eve's trivial intent.
Immersed in heady and fragrant scents of you.
Altered is my being to the core,
no less than if by enchanted wand.
Changed as a creature to royal blood,
So I am thus also forever.
Intoxicated.
Paralyzed.
Seduced by all that is you.
Spellbound by all that you are .
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