Love Bewitches Poem by Robert Rittel

While certainty is almost not real,
what is the allure of love and its deal.
The trembling stories filling many books,
the playground of temptation and its looks.
The chemistry in moon light haunted,
irrational thoughts unbounded.
The secret in more than anything else,
and being the observing intense myself.
When all is nothing beside it thinks,
and stupid melodies nonstop sings.
Dreaming doors just open wide,
filling every texture with you beside.
Touching eyes graving sensation,
bodily frictions as salvation.
When worlds collide and gently intricate,
nothing but delightful incident.
Is this the complex firmament all felt,
constant twilight motions as loving imitation dwelt.
Fragile symbols meeting rocks to engrave,
for centuries to be saved.
When lips that touch not meaning much,
having the magic endurance as such.