Michele's Secret Poem by Jonathan H. Scott

Around me with this force you wrap,
Which I cannot explain.
And to you closer I am drawn
As oneness we attain.

You know you do the thing you do.
Of this I am most sure.
Is it some ancient, magic charm
As rare as it feels pure?

Methinks you understand the truth
Far more than you let on.
It is as if some phantom fair
Is here and never gone.

While ever tighter I am wrapped
In your angelic spell,
Your mystic secret is just that
And suits me just as well.