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