Magic of Love
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She is nothing to me
But pure beauty
Yet in my head I hold no portrait
except the picture I create by sifting through my memories to find her
Her personality
Her humor
Her intelligence
Her kindness
Through my pen I sketch an image of our hands enfolded in which lie the things we share
Pride rests in the palm of her hand and grazes my thumb
Rainbows explode from our fingertips and show our invisible powers
My eyes glow when I see her voice
Yes, it’s possible
My heart knows it for it beats millions of beats per second.
It is a cauldron in which love, hate, depression, and magic, boils and bubbles
It is the magic which makes it possible for me to live without her