Under A Spell

I have a question
Quite important
I really need to know:
Do you believe in fairies?
My dear,
Please tell me so.

You see, my dear
The tale like this
Along with my inquiry:
Once I lost my way
And trapped inside the forest I
Thought readily
That I might die
Til I heard the golden tinkling bells
Of golden fairy laughter
Meeting my panicked yells
So far away
Yet close enough
That I am here today
Their call brought me close
And I don’t think it a sin,
But on that day
My belief in fairies did begin.

Do you believe in fairies?
For I believe in you,
And if such beauty as yours exists
Why can’t fairies live too?

I see their hands
Warming your own
Serving justice to the crime
Of me letting you be alone.
I see their glow
Reflected as your lips part into smiles
And I feel their magic
Pulling my feet long and dreary miles.

Some people blame the fairies
For evil that they do
I can only thank their gift
Of bringing me to you.

Now dearest
As I stand here
My heart pressed to your hand
Will you tell me please
That you also
Believe in fairy land?