How I long to make her happy,

with extra tender loving care,

to be her love magician,

to paint a smile from thin air.

I'd conjure up the sweetest kiss,

and then one hundred more,

to make her feel alive and real,

like she's never done before.

A touch so soft from aloft,

of happiness and bliss,

is the first thing I would give her,

on a long dark night like this.

On a long dark night or a stormy day,

I'd hold her in my arms,

and enfold her with my magic,

my mystic moves and charms.

She would be my canvass,

and my lifelong masterpiece,

and I would be the artist,

to put her mind at ease.

Mind and body, heart and soul,

would shimmer like a star,

euphoric, soft, and gentle,

beside her from afar.

O, I would be so happy,

if the lady could be mine,

and I could bring her magic,

just one spell at a time.