In Loving a Witch

 

Since it has crossed your mind:

           No...

  

I have never put a spell on you;

  Never one intended anyhow. 

No...

Love, 

   Is it's own magic. 

It does not need us to bind it, or warp it. 

It is it's own spell, 

   on two lovers, 

It's own mysterious intentions 

  that form a bondage

 

  Regardless of external events 

    and petitions for withdrawal. 

I had upon one occasion only

 I had done a ritual for my husband. 

Should he be you, 

  I didn't know you then. 

The only thing I remember now of that, 

Was the Golden Retriever, 

  as he stood for Loyalty, Friendship, and Unconditional Love. 

Of that Oracle card, 

  I placed on the alter, 

Sending a Great Request and Holy Intention. 

I was grounded for that. And highly tuned in then...

as I am now, 

Regardless of the world spinning around us. 

Leaned in, 

  and grateful...

I spin now with the ocean's waters and pulls. 

In the cosmic womb 

  Of depth blue and empathic lulls. 

Perhaps my love...

It is this that calls...

  and not just I. 

No...

I never needed to 

  nor would try 

  To manipulate something that is not mine. 

No Spell of mine calls you...

Unless and alone, 

  You were my intended all along.