The Last Spell
Losing to you a hundred times
Witnessing the joy of winning in your eyes
O, darling! this is just a war of words
My words have fallen apart a million times
Hoping you filling these cracks
With the joy of your love
And the words stop crumbling
Holding you tight and convincing
This is not just infatuation
Casting the spell of love
A love with no beginning, no end
Making it real and not perfect
You being the twin to my soul
And finally, this one time I win
Finding tranquility wrapped in your lips
Seeing my love in your eyes
Just before the spell ends
Calling you as mine.
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