Hocus pocus

Toil and trouble

You sly little witch

It’s plain to see

That you cast a spell on me.

Setting my soul a flame

Till I am down on my knees

Collecting the ashes

and arrange into

a perfect circle.

You did it without

Any black magic or potion

For within that cauldron

Was something more powerful.

With a pinch of enchanting beauty

With a mix of wicked charm,

Toss in a smidge of seductive charisma

And finish it off with a piece of golden heart.

Never has a curse

Been more alluring

Nor the darkside

More attractive

Till the day you made me

Your adoring warlock.