Confessions of Poetic Love  (spells, flowers , n' madness)

You've seduced my mind      
with poetic art      
     
left me crazy in poetic madness-  
Birthing hopes that seem unreal;  
     
I'm lost;      
I can't confine    
silly thoughts afloat  
     
Your intense words    
unintentionally    
leaving me in awe  
     
What will you do now?    
   
My heart      
'tis in your hands      
will you water this flower    
or leave to wilt;  
     
It yearns for sunshine      
for daylight...      
to grow      
transform      
blossom      
   
 spike    
     
     
It seems     
I've met my match  
   
(maybe)    
     
Forming unspeakable dreams    
imagination pleads mercy    
extending  without limits      
not a  boundary seems to build    
     
Is love just a cast of spell?      
     
Or is it     
a poison that kills?      
     
leaving one never the same      
     
Impossible un-doings      
of its effects, it affects      
tainting the clueless soul      
not knowing of its harms     
     
Yes,      
being in love has its benefits, but  
at a stupendous price    
too costly to sell    
too precious once bought      
     
In a daze      
a haze once fallen     
Perplexed...     
For there is no blueprint      
or directions     
no structure      
to mold into its perfect form      
     
What to do in these poetic illusions?      
     
Falling in the pit of love;      
would we plant a garden?      
     
Or would I...      
be left abandoned