I find myself bewitched and befuddled in her presence. The wickedly wonderful witch has me under her spell. Mesmerized by a quick, unwavering glance from her brown eyes. The radiance of her soul piercing the glassy finish of them. The spell taking its hold on my heart and mind. My body unable to deny her pervading spell from burrowing within.
I find myself caring for her well-being unlike any other around me. Sometimes wondering at night if she got home safely. My heart yearns each day to know how she is doing. Bad news bringing my mind to a crashing halt. A sense of relief granted when I know she is alright.
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