The spell that she has cast

I look across and gaze
At the sparkle in her eyes.
Her smile ignites a passion
It's in her heart that my love lies.

Golden hair cascades,
Flows gently o’er her skin.
Her smile and laugh enriches
The air that I breathe in.

I sometimes sit and watch
As she makes that chuckling sound
And think of all these moments,
Of the pleasures I have found.

One day I'll proudly walk her
Down the aisle, hand in hand.
And watch with pride and sadness
As she receives her golden band.

When it comes the time that
I breathe my very last.
I’ll smile and think of Bronte,
At the spell that she has cast.