How I long to make her happy,
with extra tender loving care,
to be her love magician,
to paint a smile from thin air.
I’d conjure up the sweetest kiss,
and then one hundred more,
to make her feel alive and real,
like she’s never done before.
A touch so soft from aloft,
of happiness and bliss,
is the first thing I would give her,
on a long dark night like this.
On a long dark night or a stormy day,
I’d hold her in my arms,
and enfold her with my magic,
my mystic moves and charms.
She would be my canvass,
and my lifelong masterpiece,
and I would be the artist,
to put her mind at ease.
Mind and body, heart and soul,
would shimmer like a star,
euphoric, soft, and gentle,
beside her from afar.
O, I would be so happy,
if the lady could be mine,
and I could bring her magic,
just one spell at a time.
