The Wand

You come to me and wave your wand and conjure an enchanted bond Your passion begins to work its magic, upon my life, which once was tragic My soul's been raised and resurrected; A fate that I had not expected The life I'd lived was dark and cold, still, upon my heart it had a hold These charms of yours, arouse in me emotions that must be set free What feelings now my heart adorn! Desire to feel, to live, reborn A fever burns again within, to hold, to kiss, to touch your skin This fire that has begun to rage shall burn these words onto the page: The magic arts we lovers share, the spells we weave, the deeds we dare Are the kindling only passion sparks into the fire that leaves no marks Of enchantments love may die without, passion's the one; aye, there's no doubt