The Eloquent Witch

 

What have you done!

Your beauty haunts me down.

You’ve captured my gaze, bound,

Ensnared by a face that’s never been gone.

Among witches, you are winsome,

Your voice casts a spell, oh so awesome,

Into my heart, even through the phone,

A lullaby of charm that terrifies me alone.

With clever witchcraft, you shift and mold,

Sometimes a chef, stirring my soul—

Your delicate steps leave trails so sweet,

An aroma romantic, no one can beat.

Sometimes, you are an anxious thought,

At the witching hour, you make my heart

race against the clock.

Sometimes, you’re a rockstar, bold and free,

Pulling my heartstrings with rhythms—one, two, three.

Sometimes, a marketer with enchanting flair,

Selling your humor beyond compare;

And every joke, I buy and keep,

Enchanted by spells cast so deep.

Oh witchy, my witchy, at times a healer,

Sometimes you’re the heart’s revealer,

Bringing warmth and, too, the ache—

With potions, you give and take.

Oh witchy, my witchy, craft me a cure,

A potion to make my heart endure,

And let me remember you no more.