To cast a spell on me is not a curse
To hold my heart captive is not a violation of my freedom
My surrender is not a sign of weakness
My tears are not a sign of regret
But
a charm
a rescue from adversity
of acceptance and reciprocity
of a blissful journey;
To take my breath away is not suffocation
To sweep me off my feet is not abduction
To touch me with your lips is not seduction
But
awe and amazement for your devotion
an enchanting restitution
a sign of unspeakable affection.
To speak of love divine is not blasphemy
To die for love is not suicide;
But
a heavenly vow,
a genuine act of altruism.
These words of mine are not a fictitious tale
but
a confession about love’s incoherent and confusing ways.
To hold my heart captive is not a violation of my freedom
My surrender is not a sign of weakness
My tears are not a sign of regret
But
a charm
a rescue from adversity
of acceptance and reciprocity
of a blissful journey;
To take my breath away is not suffocation
To sweep me off my feet is not abduction
To touch me with your lips is not seduction
But
awe and amazement for your devotion
an enchanting restitution
a sign of unspeakable affection.
To speak of love divine is not blasphemy
To die for love is not suicide;
But
a heavenly vow,
a genuine act of altruism.
These words of mine are not a fictitious tale
but
a confession about love’s incoherent and confusing ways.