"Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered"

I've never written a Halloween poem,

but for you, good sir,

I'm afraid I must.

For I'm afraid I didn't know

about the saying, as it goes,

that it's perilous business to kiss a witch;

for to do so,

you give her power over your heart,

like with a lock of your hair

or the time of your birth.

I thought I'd learned so much,

built a shield around my own heart,

but then I walked through the barrier

without even knowing,

and I felt so safe,

but now my fear is growing

that I might've

put a spell on you,

when you didn't want me to...

and now I don't know what to do,

except wish I could be kissing you

so you could feel the power

you have over mine.