bewitched

running away are you
from yourself or from me,
why , now that you have
another one fair for your bower

getting away from familiar spaces
does it help you forget me
then why do i see you search hopefully
in the midst of your merry crowd

your eyes darken in posession
when you hear my name .
scared of your wayward heart
which is mine as you painfully accept

forget , forget her smile
her chatter, her breath
her every passionate depth
your prayer , your manthra or armour

without a wand or a potent potion
i have bewitched , stolen, usurped your heart
my magic is alive within you
even death will not dare us apart

hush , listen sweetheart
can you hear the angels singing......
joy for us...you do
then let the magic begin.

vijay menon
truly lovely poem , fine narration

Sandra Martyres
A betwitching piece you have created here....nicely done