Could it be Magic?

Could it be Magic?

Flowing skirts, tie dye, a shawl.

Elfin lite upon your feet,

I notice how your spirit flows,

And more, I fight to breathe.

You sucked a moment out of me,

A magic spell controlled by you.

Sent to capture all of me,

And draw me into your charms.

A freedom in the way you are,

Tells me we are kindred sure.

An easiness of grace and wit,

I'm hooked, the energy a lure..

But I give in to honour me,

Because I've searched an age.

To know a girl as you,

Who'd fill me to the brim,

With wonder, light and love.