Just Perfect!
We pled love,
he called me a witch,
I tickled his fancy,
I danced to his dandy,
we stayed in a clinch.
In gurgling streams,
a perfect garden,
a troth was made
never to fade
he called me a witch
that stole his thunder!
In flowered dreams,
the years rolled by,
the endearments took a hue,
from the many frets,
when natured served us hets
as lessons of love
his eyes took a shine,
to varied shapes askew,
that taunted our troth.
if only I was truly a witch!
I would weld his wanderings!
to me!
