Strawberry scent in your hair,

In the air.

Eyes like stars,

Clouded with storms from Mars.

Ruby coloured lips,

Like lipstick tips.

So my curse begins,

And let the morning bell rings.

She’s got the hips

And the lips too.

She’s got it all.

Almost like a doll.

Perfect & everything but to a certain degree.

Always so alluring to see.

Heart patterns on her sweaters.

Feels like they all link to mine.

Blue skirts on Tuesday.

And in art class she’s always the muse for-me.

Rings on all her fingers but there’s an empty space.

Making my heart always race.

Words like the melody,

To dreams made for me.

Voice of gold,

Hearing it will never get old.

Always speaking so pure,

And there’s not even a cure.

Making me believe I’m under a spell,

Of the heart and it’s ringing like a bell.

She’s got the gleam

And the dream too.

She’s got it all.

Almost like a doll.

Perfect & everything but to a certain degree.

Always alluring to see.

I’m such a hopeless romantic,

Always being so frantic.

Been waiting for my chance,

While falling deeper into her trance.

Should be ditching this,

But she’s like a witch to me.

And I’ll gladly stay under her spell for quite some more time.