Cast Under a Spell

As vast as the stars

as wild as the sea;

It's a thing that creeps up,

like a gentle bumblebee.

It's a hidden gem,

not easy to see.

Like crystal to rock,

that's what you are to me.

A blossoming bud,

a spell set on fire.

Call it what you will,

it's passionate desire.

The more that you talk

the clearer i see

every kiss and every touch

makes it harder to leave.

Is this a problem?

Not that I see,

except that this feeling

is called love,

I believe.