One day in late october

a little witch picked up a trace

Looking for friends with minds

that were sober

And created her own little place

It didn´t take long

before someone came knocking at

her door

Saying nothing much and therefor

didn´t say anything wrong

but it caught her interest

made her wanna know more

She called him amusing

he wouldn´t cave ´til she

called him funny

And somewhere between

amusing and funny

She began to call him Honey

Of all the women in the world

she was the one he picked

And when they finally met

everything between them clicked

He´s a laid-back kind of guy

in casual-wear

The sweetest man, her Yolo-Bear

She´s the impulsive one

so much to do

And no-one can

keep track on what she´s up to

A photographing Witch finding

her happiest moments

shooting birds at the Zoo

He call her his Witchy-Poo

Nowadays

when they the morning-light embraces

with silly-smiling faces

Knowing the love that they share

is impossible to ever erase

And for that

they wish to thank

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