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?