Her deep big eyes;
And every gaze
Has its high price.
Her lips apart
Keep killer kiss.
Don’t play around,
Stand on your knees!
In candlelight evenings
You would know soon
She heals the doomed
With magic spoon.
And secret spell
She murmurs then.
But still there’s something dark in her,
No tears were ever shed.
Trees never sway in her presence
And birds pretend they’re dead.
She is a phantom of the dawn
With cheeks as pale as quartz.
It is no use, my dear friend,
To build the walls of forts.
Her up-turned nose
Can trace your scent
She likes the sandalwood.
The roses fade away in shame
Because they aren’t so good.
Her heart, where love resides,
Is locked.
Her soul – the universe
But she is a witch
So grass can’t poke
Between her little toes.
Her hair can blind you with its gloss
Much more of a black crow.
Don’t talk to her.
In other case the bitter tears will flow…
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