Chosen Mortal Secrets
To see what I can become is a death without dyeing.
Here and now I let you know, have no powers of flying.
Powers I was born with are truly magical and beyond.
Incantations I speak are from the old language in bond.
Bonded to the facts that self-gain, comes back three fold,
This seal in the book that has been guarded and untold.
I shall not gain love from any spell that I should make.
Neither shall I change or sway anything for my sake.
Though upon my eighteenth birthday, love came for me.
Now I must choose magical powers or my love for thee.
My heart knows the answer, so thus I choose mortality.
So I close the book, ring the bell, light the candle internally.
Now you know my secret I have held as well my diversity.
I shall love you forever and be your husband beyond eternity.
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "BELL, BOOK AND CANDLE"
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