The Village Witch
She is neither pink nor pale,
and she will never be all mine.
She learned her hands in a fairy tale
and her mouth on a lovely valentine.
She has more hair than she needs,
in the sun 'tis a woe to me!
Her voice is a string of colored beads,
or steps leading to the sea.
She loves me with all that she can,
and her ways into my ways resign.
But she was not made for any man,
and she will never be all mine.
and she will never be all mine.
She learned her hands in a fairy tale
and her mouth on a lovely valentine.
She has more hair than she needs,
in the sun 'tis a woe to me!
Her voice is a string of colored beads,
or steps leading to the sea.
She loves me with all that she can,
and her ways into my ways resign.
But she was not made for any man,
and she will never be all mine.
- Birthday
- October 31
- Location
- A little island
- Gender
- Female
- Occupation
- Aspiring author & modern witch