Disclaimer: I don't own The Worst Witch.
A/N: I had to pass my evening in work somehow ... ;)
Window To Her Soul
Fire dances when she is mad
Dejection glimmers when she gets sad
Panic flashes in moments of fear
Happy times, glistens some cheer
Trust softens her, ever so slight
Passion blazes in the bedroom at night
Cold calculation schemes for greater good
Her eyes are the window into her mood
Steely determination to always do her best
Glints of humour sparkle, when mocking in jest
Wisdom's there aplenty, imparting all that she knows
Knowledge brimming forthwith, in eyes so much like doe
There's all of that, and more besides:
From pride to disappointment
Like a box of chocolates
There is such a wide assortment
Then there's Pippa's favourite -
The one Hecate reserves just for she
It's the look that says: " I love you."
And I know that you love me