Bewitched I lie restlessly,
Alone at night I wonder,
Be it love or devilry,
Is it fate or a blunder?
In my dreams it’s effortless,
I’m just holding you tightly,
Nothing, only tenderness-
Exists and it burns brightly.
On its face so simplistic,
To kiss you and feel enriched,
Is that banal? Truistic?
To desire to be bewitched?
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