Look at the magick in those eyes
Burning fluorescent blue so bright
Reflecting the colors of the crystals
That sparkle in those pretty orbs all night
Touch his softest of skins
Baby soft and a peachy hue
Looking pure as morning snow
But sweet as evening dew
I can't compare him to the flowers
He is so much more radiant than they could ever be
Nor can I compare him to the angels
For he is a God to me
I let him lay beneath my starry eyes
His lids are kissed with silver, his skin with gold
Our magick just keeps coming forth
He says he'll stay as long as I can hold
For him these arms will never tire
And this fountain will never stop its flow
The love we share will never dim its sparkle
And together we'll never grow old
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