What magic is this?
What sorcery lives within your eyes,
That with each glance, I fall deeper for you;
Like waves drawing me to the endless depths,
What spell is cast by your gentle lips,
That keeps my eyes forever bound;
Like a moth drawn toward the full moon's light,
What magic emanates from your hair,
As it flows past your bewitching eyes;
Like silk thread woven by angels' hands,
What power do your words possess,
For with each utterance, I am a new person.
That lives a little bit more.
What enchantment lives in your voice,
That I can think of nothing else but you;
Like sweet birdsong on a perfect morning.
Flowing in rhythms, that only my heart can hear.