Tonight’s love song is for a girl named Autumn, a girl I’d like to put under my spell. In one form or another it incorporates all the suggestions I got for lyrics. Special thanks to these bloggers for contributing to my writing process: pygmyalpaca (whose input made me think of a spellbook), j-dubs101, kelltic92, abreathingworkofart (for the love interest’s name), junkverse, and orchid-in-an-oilcan. I hope you enjoy the chugging rhythm, friends. — K.C.
Well, her name is Autumn, and she is my spring:
I flower and blossom when she is near me.
She has a child’s laugh and lips like a sunset—
a face, a voice, a smile, I’ll never forget.
Oh, Autumn, I wish I had a spellbook.
‘Cause I could bring you roses or write you a poem,
but words are cheap, and you’ve heard all of them.
I want to bend your will with a magic touch—
put you under my spell, and you’ll never have enough…
When she ain’t around, I wish I was asleep
‘cause I am sure she’ll be in my dreams.
Take me from this land of light.
A little black magic will make this right.