I love you

my wicked little witch!

Is it the whiff of sulphur in your hair?

Or your cat’s-eye pupils when you look at me , 

with what?

Love, pity, fascination?

I can never tell!

   But now you’ve cast

    your potent spell.

And so I love you

my little witch.

Is it your pointy little feet

dancing all around me in the street

leaving no footprints in the snow?

       I’ll never know.

And then to sainsburys we’ll go.

        You twitch your nose to magic special offers

just for me.

 It’s always two for one with us,

  so mote it be.

And when we reach the till to pay,

you work your magic

and everything is free.

We get home and by the pricking of your thumbs

in blink of eye the housework is all done.

We watch TV - you conjure up my favourite programmes

just for me.

 And even as you’re sitting on my knee

  the dinner cooks itself, quick as can be.

I’ve never tasted anything so good

as your magical enchanted food.

  I don’t know what you put into the stew

   add your love potion, pour the whole bottle, do!

And in the twinkling of an eye

the washing up just does itself

and pots and pans jump back upon the shelf.

The black cat puts herself out for the night.

You grab your broomstick and then we can take flight.

Sky clad I race you up the stairs.

No ceiling in your room, the sky instead.

Threading through the constellations of your bed

the moon winks as she slides among the stars.

 For it’ s in your bed that the real magic starts.

  When you twitch your pretty nose

and steal my heart.  

 

　

 

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