Dear Witch

Witchcraft is in her blood A witch, she is... but not a witch she is... She burns and feels my pain Witch! Witch! Witch! Life may be brutish with you But I can make every tempest, a zephyr of love for you... Serene and gentle, dear, it’s a tantalized love As the witch in you, burns With the essence of my spirit and fragrance Through these petals of kisses I will get my goddess, my love! Not a witch, she is... but a wise woman O' dear awake! from your world Revoke the lord of dawn And accept me For good or evil, even these petals vanishes I will be hither beside you... ©malavikavipin