April 10, 2021 — revised April 11, 2021
She’s a handful, or maybe two, her spirit dancing through the stars to mine,
In a magic spell, on a Monday afternoon,
Flashing sparks from hands that linger, waking souls that can see and breathe again,
An answered prayer, violet incantation, November crescent moon.
She’s a handful, or maybe two, her broken heart coming back to life again,
Through a dream come true, the missing part, two rhythms beat as one,
Feels so good, was meant to be, a perfect fit, everything, in harmony,
She understands, orchestrates her plans, fights the urge to run.
She’s a handful, or maybe two, her shattered mind in pieces all around,
Until she found herself in me, now she’s whole and free,
Gardenia lei, back seat romance, another first being tied to fate by chance,
Free to be herself, who she really is, together one with me.
She’s a handful, or maybe two, needing desperately my love and touch,
Like a purple rose needs the sunshine and the rain,
Fused together, enchantment takes us there, love and magic, flowing everywhere;
Sweet exaltation, pretzel hugs and kisses, slumber’s soft refrain.
She’s a handful, or maybe two, her spirit dancing through the stars to mine,
In a magic spell, on a Monday afternoon,
Flashing sparks from hands that linger, waking souls that can see and breathe again,
An answered prayer, violet incantation, November crescent moon,
Flashing sparks from hands that linger, waking souls that can see and breathe again,
An answered prayer, violet incantation, November crescent moon,
An answered prayer, violet incantation, November crescent moon.
