Magical, Insane

I've never been one to believe in Magic, Voodoo, Hocus Pocus, Apothecary potions...
But Lord, I think he put a spell on me.
We went a weeks without each other and I just couldn't seem to break free.
Probably cause I prayed to God to show me what was best,
So I guess he said "Chels, stay...don't leave."
I tried to break off, remove myself emotionally,
but nothing seemed to be as satisfactory.
I was without your touch, so anyone's touch seemed to do,
but no ones was as satisfying as that from you.
I was without your kiss, so anyone's kiss seemed to do,
but no ones was as satisfying as that from you
I was without your love, so I searched for an ounce of love,
from anyone who seemed ready to love,
but no ones ounce of love,
was a bountiful,
as that from you.
I grew desperate in many ways,
asking why I was both cursed and blessed.
Cursed to have been spell bound by your touch, your kiss, your love.
But blessed to have been spell bound,
by your touch,
your kiss,
your love.
I believe you put a spell on me, because no one else compares to you.
Maybe on the surface, but beneath it all, my heart only yearns for you.
My eyes may search, but my heart never moves.
So I'm giving it what it asks,
I give myself to you.
I never believed in magic,
until I was spell bound to you.
So love me hard, and I'll do the same.
And we will grow in amazing ways.
Making everyone wish their love was as magical, as insane.