If I could cast spells,
magic and alchemy, I would use.
Gaze into your eyes, deep as wells,
my love, then you couldn’t refuse.
If there was a chance,
I had the lure to enhance.
Oh, but for the elixir to concoct,
a solution that would unlock,
the feelings of indifference;
to ones of significance.
Magic stones, charms and chants,
to a psychedelic dance, put me in a trance.
A magician, a sage, master of the art,
can conger warmth from the coldest heart.
Desires awakened, passions stirred,
no matter how deeply interred.
The piper knows the songs to play,
the piper knows what words to say.