Like a mystic tree
She is a mystery
She wore a pointed hat
It looked like a Christmas tree
She mystified me
When I looked in her eyes
She was a witch
But she didn't have missing teeth
She thought it was dead
Until I resurrected chivalry
A true ladies man
She thought I was sweet like Milos tea
Except I didn't give her diabetes
Spellbound by my wizardry
She also casted a spell on me
Her talk was harmony
She is special to me
Love is her specialty
Magic is her recipe
We believe in reciprocity
There is no intimacy
Unless I am into her and she is into me
She is the chalk to my chalkboard
Without her I can't teach
Behind every good man is a great woman
But she is right beside me
I'm a writing wizard
She is my wisdom
In my ear she is quick to whisper ancient mysteries
Our connection symbolizes sacred secrets
Pouring truth out on the world
Because like water I couldn't keep it
There is no competition over who is the deepest
A doorway to another world is nothing without a key
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