PERCABETH FEELS ALERT:(A/N)

My mind befooled by delusions,

Has sworn to not let one stake to heart.

Yet it allowed a pass at the gate,

When your grace bent right to my wind.

My eyes bewitched by the enchanted 

Sight of your lips, cheeks, your touch.

They say,"All's well that ends well", (A/N:I give you permission do it)

I say,"You'll be the reason for it all".

My hand befriended by your austerity,

Feels euphoric on each and every touch.

From dusk till dawn the opposition of my mind,

Feels little, and little and little  

Till at last there's nothing left at all.