Bewitching Every Creature The Good Lord Made Poem by Mark Heathcote

Vacant eyes engrossed with nothing new
Look at you as though the world was new
That you had bewitched them once again
So how do you do it without make-up?

With those old worn out threads again
Oh it's always once upon a time—again
When I look into those caramel eyes
With my own two vacant eyes...

Oh, how do I look further than you?
Oh, how do I turn down the shades on you?
When you are like the world newly made
Bewitching every creature the good lord made.