Enchantress

A Poem by CrimsonHints

I'm in love with an enchantress,
With eyes of purest blue.
But, I'm afraid to confess my love to her,
For fear of the inevitable truth.

I know, I am just a simple boy,
And she, is a goddess divine.
She has my heart in her hands,
But, not a waste; not a crime.

For she could do whatever she pleased,
As I sat at her feet in the dirt.
She wouldn't ever know I was there,
As I toiled to touch her skirt.

I can't imagine any future,
Where my heart would end up broken.
She doesn't even know it's there.
No word of it has been spoken.

I don't mind the fact,
That she doesn't know a thing.
After all, in the end,
What would her knowledge bring?

I'm in love with an enchantress,
With cheeks of brightest pink;
But, I'm afraid to confess my love to her,
For fear of what she might think.