Let's talk about magic.
When I say magic, I mean love.
Sometimes magic can be abused. Sometimes it can be startling. Sometimes it can be just what the doctor ordered. Sometimes it can be, well, magical.
And Just Like Magic
And,
Just like magic,
Love comes as a surprise.
And sometimes,
Sometimes,
It's a sunrise;
Soft,
Sweet,
Warm,
New.
As it rises,
You see the rays,
Like the sparks of a first meeting;
Exciting
And enrapturing.
And as the sun glides
Across the sky,
Your world is made warm–
Sometimes hot,
Heated by passion.
Then,
The sun begins to set.
It begins to descend
Into the scheme of forever–
That endless cycle
Of never-ending sunrises and sunsets.
And so,
Even though in the darkness we are left in,
We cannot see tomorrow,
We know it will come
And that the night is darkest
Just before the sun rises.
And the sun is set;
Set on its course.
A display of magic
That never ceases to amaze,
As it never fails to reign.
