I write these spells
weave my heart strings in
try to cast you out
potions, crystals and seals
fail me,
Enchanted by you again
I unearth my demons
to see them bow at your heels
my late night seances end in prayers
my grimoires filled with poems
my altars witness
my heresy then my penance
I wasn’t looking, but found you
and have lost my ways since
could you at least say
which of my deeds warranted such sentence
for loving you or for
not recognizing what love was
from first glance.