Oh

Oh



Oh, but were I a sorceress,
Possessor of some secret spell,
Capable of casting enchantment
On the object of my desire,

Creator of confusion
Completely in control,
Then would I be so bold
As to confess my love.

Oh, but I am a mere mortal,
Steward of the still tongue,
Unable to utter even a word
To he who does not know.

MWA
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