Her Words are like Honey

They say magic comes with a price.

Some claim that am I bewitched.

She, on the other hand, would call me a fool.

But doesn't she look so beautiful flying in the sky?

Her long coal black hair flying freely in the winter wind.

Her porcelain skin shining in the moonlight.

Her emerald eyes are full of joy.

Some say I'm bewitched.

Bewitched.

La Bruja has bewitched me.

I'm not bewitched.

Even if she's a witch