If only could weave magic at fingertip
then would have molded chasms into charms and cheer,
and a pair of glass slippers from chandelier.
I Would have begotten an inky stallion,
off to rescue princess tatterdemalion
slaughtering stale vices with virtuous spear,
Could have stitched us a forever from a snip
and made a flaming lily swing to appear.
Your lustrous curves I would've loved to revere
with an auburn sky witness to our courtship...
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