the soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone
~
every night is the loneliest night of the week
it brings back memories of being cheek to cheek
with the fabulous woman I loved and lost
every night is when I count the bitter cost
of loving so much, losing her, now the future is bleak
I truly miss her, she was kind, elegant, utterly chic
it’s witchcraft, her dress, her shoes, her face, her hair
enchanted, enraptured, there was no better witch
the most alluring eyes, no lovelier sorceress than her
magnificent, exquisite, charming, bewitching bitch
Hey World, if I could only just see her once more
only a glance, then I’d be back on the right track
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
a most alluring witch