There's a subtle sorcery
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in her midnight smile
and her song that hides behind
the radio when we're on the road a while
There's a spell that's scribed
in the curve of her sleeping back
and the arcane ordering of limbs
beneath our sheets when lights turn to black
There's an whispered incantation
that rides beneath her words
when she's telling another story
that she's forgotten that I've heard.
Everyday may not be magical
and we've seen our share of rain
but whether or not the sun is shining
she keeps me spellbound just the same.
Smile if you're stupid,
laugh if you understand.