Magical Realism

You weave a magic 
enslaving me to thee for ever
Your sound like a trance 
from a Wind-Chim 
like a love knot
I cant untie thee 

nor i cant hold thee
Thy lover is strong and just
I a meek midget do not hold a chance
All I give those moments of ecstasy
which one day may die down in your dreams

The sheer bliss of being thy side
the softness of your lips
the warmth of your tongue
the magical reality of your tress

How can i leave thee
Before dieing a warriors death
Allow me to love and die 
like a rebel 

My head will fall 
until then smile with your Magical eyes