Handfasted By My Sexy Wiccan Witch

I met her, my witch, my little Wiccan love, I met her in the dark of the night, She stood in a circle she’d made of round rocks, Wearing a beautiful dress all in white. Her altar had some incense, two candles and sea salt, And on the edge a little gold bell. And she held her Athame, her ritual knife, As she incanted her wants in her spell. I remember, I peered straight into her eyes, I fell, loved her forever then and there. Now I’ve loved her every day ever since, Loved her smile and her eyes and her hair. My Rhiannon’s my mystery, my beautiful girl, My delightful obscure full of joy. And she belongs to me and I to her, She’s my girl and I am her boy.