There’s beauty in the rain,
Just like there is beauty in your pain.
There’s a gift about your tears,
And your anger is some what of their worst fears.
There’s an attractiveness in your fierce personality,
People fall in love with you because of your ability.
Your ability to take away all sense of thought and reason,
They call you a witch, but No man cares about the treason,
You’re by far the most magical thing to exist,
I have every reason to resist.
But your kiss,
Is pure bliss.