That spell

on the night of December 18, 2005. Ofcourse dedicated to my Queen

I don't know how many centuries after
That honey voice has called me
That lovely face has felt me
Proximity of her silver skin is infusing intoxication
In my blood, in my bones
Ecstasy is flying me seventh heaven
I cannot see but only my enchantress
Liquor of that sweet countenance is closing my eyes
And I can feel my heart racing
In my veins, in my hands, in my face
Every pore of this craving body is soaking with rapture
The same spell
Yes, the same spell
Which used to rupture me
Is again slowly prevailing on me
Oh My Darling,
What to say more?
This Mathematics of love
Cannot be done with words