She might be magic

Your spell was woven long before
I knew I was enchanted
Even now, I look and see
So many things supplanted

I’ve quite lost track of fervour
Which once held iron rule
I’m liberated from the grind
Now I am in your thrall

I no longer chase people
With my former desperate need
I’m learning to hold lightly
And you’re helping me succeed

I’ve turned my back on habits
Which once were deep engrained
Yet at their loss I do not mourn;
Instead see what I’ve gained

For t’is no art of conjury
By which you keep me trapped
I am your willing devotee
You hold my attention rapt

There’s naught remotely sinister
Though I SO much extol
Your every virtue, sweetest one
You are my kindred soul

I’ve changed all my priorities
With no shred of regret:
You’ve changed my world SO much for good
My light, my heart, Sunset

So please don’t think me maniac
Whatever stems thereof
The source, the root, the provenance
Is what you taught me: Love.

 

It seems a lot, and I worry (slightly) about coming off as an extreme fanatic/stalker/creep, BUT there’s a much, much deeper, life-changier story than you know, for it’s as yet untold. I’m working on finding it a home. Meanwhile, I shall dedicate this FROM THE ROOFTOPS to my very best friend in the world – my 1000mile heart, HastyWords ❤ ❤ ❤