Oh, enchantress, with eyes so bright,
Set me free from your loving arms tonight.
Release me from your spell, I beg of thee,
For I have a wife, and a life, awaiting me.
The sight of mischief I’ve become, I abhor,
It irritates my soul, and I can’t ignore,
The longing gaze, the tender touch, the sweet embrace,
All these temptations, I must erase.
My heart belongs to her, my love, my guiding star,
Not in your arms, where I’ve wandered far.
I’m lost in your love, but my heart is not mine,
It belongs to her, and our love’s sacred shrine.
So set me free, dear enchantress, I pray,
Let me return to her, come what may.
For my love for her, is pure and true,
And I cannot stay, in this spell, with you.
Note: This poem is a plea from a man who has been tempted and enthralled by a mistress’s charms, but recognizes that their heart belongs to their wife and longs to be free from the spell to return to their true love.
