To have my mind's eye
forever seeing only you;
to hold my heart so,
as though a chain were run clean through;
to capture my soul
and hold it furious and fast;
I must entreat you,
"What manner of spell have you cast?"

Can lightening compare
to the power in your kiss?
Do shooting stars dare
disturb the moment of our bliss?
When the moon is full,
lighting all the skies above,
I look at your face
and ask, " What magic has this love?"

© Karen Godson