Witchcraft

Let's up the ante and marry no more spiel, my hearts yours my gaits clod lightens daffy. On the slightest up-draft a smile lifts, and my heart soars enchanted by her witchcraft. Once I flew to a bright star there through a heavenly gate in expanses that were afar. I draught the thin air of fate. I brewed in her cauldron. I clawed at my own shadow that selfish Merlin whistled like an empty flue. I decided, then. Spare no expense Let us up the ante and marry. What's my alternative defence? Let's spare no expense - let's marry.