You are my obsession.
I want to see you, again.
You are my compulsion.
I think you are a friend.
You are my persuasion.
I could help you to mend.
An angel on my moon.
She shines like a star.
Found her on a dune.
I did not go that far.
Carved like a rune.
With that little mar.
The sand will smooth.
I like the inscription.
Flaws are her truth.
I like the description
Beauty is her proof.
I need a prescription.
A sandstorm she defies.
Many storms have come.
Metallic like she flies.
I bid her a welcome.
Don't need the alibis.
I just feel so numb.
She stands all alone.
A portrait in the blues.
With those lips of roan.
Hair of different hues
Silently I try to moan.
She has paid her dues.
Oh my little Wiccan?
Cast thy spell on me?
Make my blood thicken?
Enchantress my liberty?
Cause heart to quicken?
Why thy temptress be?
Art thou a harsh mistress?
A master of a lover's art?
Wouldst thou give distress?
A player to lonely hearts?
Why ye give me interest?
Looking for an easy mark?
Why comest thou to moon?
It is a most desolate place.
With craters out of tune.
Charred features of face.
Lifeless except for rune.
Clues in origin and place.
