A Former Warlock Speaks
If I were a warlock,
just casting my little spells,
I'd reserve for you,
my love,
one special last one,
to you
and heart it would pray tell.
Then abacadabra, hocus-pocus,
here's my alluring brew,
you are made for me,
and I am made for you.
These magic powers would become obsolete,
I wont need them anymore,
cause it would be your love, you see,
that would be all I'll ever need.
My warlock ways and days are done,
cause I have my soulmate,
I'm the lucky one.
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