Hypnosis

There is a hypnotic spell
Upon me, I think, don't you agree?
Can you see it? Is it working?
Will it make me feel unwell?

My eyes, normally dots,
Or pupils and irises,
Become swirling vortexes,
When the hypnosis starts.

And my will is not my own.
"Yes, master." "No master."
Like an automaton.
Or an automatic voice on the phone.

What triggers this hypnosis?
Why, I suppose it's you.
Whenever you're near.
Sometimes I want to buy you roses.