Spellbound!
Can it ever be
That I shall win her heart?
Will the joy of her presence
Pierce my walls like a dart?

Will her smile and her laugh
Show to me their light.
As they did before
When talking filled the night?

Will she ever think of me
In that "very special" way?
Might she ever say to me
That to her I am the day?

Can it ever be
That I could walk from this
And forget about the beauty
That gave to me such bliss?

Will my smile and my laugh
Enjoin hers, given time?
Or will they fade behind the walls
Slowly turning into lime?

Will I ever think of her
In that "very special" way?
Can I ever drop the hope
That I'll win her heart this day?

What gave her the power
To shield me in this spell?
How many ages has it been
Since for her I fell?