This is just a poem
And I don’t know if it’s yours
But sarcasm in your witching eyes
Might attract me like a villain’s curse
And now it’s in your other hand
If your heart allows to see
That there’s a cure of healing fairy magic
I assure you I don’t need

No, it’s really precious feeling
Negatives to square get plus
Positive is not an option
When some evil love appears

And some stories ending well
But the ours may betray
May be even outta hell
I like nothing more to say