Enchanting my once lonely heart,
With fabled spells unknown.
Romance and passion is her art,
No longer am I alone.
Though not as a witch does she appear,
Not from depictions I'm told.
No cat pitch black does she keep near,
No wooden staff does she hold.
No pointed hat upon her head,
No broomstick does she ride.
No cauldron full of rodents dead,
She upon perfection strides.
She appears just as I know her,
Within perfection's aura.
No trace of flaw, and I won't defer,
No catch as had Pandora.
Casting love's spell from miles away,
Incantations of romance.
Her charms taking my mind astray,
Into some dream-like trance.
A dream where under a moon full,
We dance, dance away the night.
A dream where sadness has no pull,
Her my princess, I her knight.
The dance seems to last forever,
Upon that courtyard white.
Bathing in moonlight Together,
Never have I seen such a sight.
Her infinite beauty hypnotic,
She moved as though gliding.
Her movements redefining exotic,
And her smile forever abiding.
My sorceress I called her
mystical in every way
Divine, beautiful, and majestic
Bringing magic to my every day
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