My Enchantress

A beautiful, captivating, mysterious woman,

With her powers, she enchants me like none.

I live within her spell, so fascinated,

She has become my trance, deeply anticipated.

She doesn't need a wand,

Nor herbs or crystals in her hand.

The shine in her eyes, the curve of her smile,

Work their magic, even across many miles.

The scent of her is mesmerizing,

And her touch is breathtaking.

Her voice, like an angel's whisper,

Could make even broken souls prosper.

The best of the best will fail to forgo,

For magic flows from her head to toe.

She seems the queen of a mystical world,

Where even hearts of stone are easily sold.

I do not know, if its a blessing or curse,

To live in her spell, for better or worse.

For I am lost, not lost by choice,

Her silence draws me, held by her voice.

Even if freedom calls, I may not leave,

As in her magic is where my soul longs to be.

With her powers, she enchants me like none,

A beautiful, captivating, mysterious woman.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.