I look at her and there is pure magic about
it's as if I am enchanted in a kind of witchery
she draws my heartfelt feelings out
where she has got this great impact on me
and if she whispers, cries or shout
there is something else to this ability,
my feelings and principles I do not doubt,
it's as if I am enchanted in a kind of witchery.
© Gert Strydom
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