The end of this will be tragic,
And you know it,
But still,
Your eyes,
Your touch,
Your smile,
Your passion,
Makes me weak as silk,
I feel as unstable as milk,
You as a whole,
Are like a weapon,
Set to destroy all my walls,
Guarding me from forbidden love,
But who will care?
It is an enchanting feeling,
Like magic.
Beautiful like spring,
Smile bringing like summer,
Calming like fall,
And,
Mysterious and mystic like winter,
Put all those together,
A mixture of something engrossing,
Interesting,
Like magic.
Love is toxic like a drug,
Can get you on a high,
As if you took an unknown potion,
Given to you by magical beings,
Feel like you just took a dose of;
Magic.
Love is like a knife,
But, unusually,
Every cut doesn't hurt,
But rather,
Gives happiness,
As you cut into my mind,
Feeding it happy memories,
By this new method,
By use of;
Magic.
I love that you love me as I love you,
As our hearts lead us on a magical path.
Love is magic.
Everyone believes,
Right?
Love as magic as a new light.
YOU ARE READING
//words//
PoetryMaybe my words will stain the white page and bring emotion out of tears. Maybe the pain will match yours. Part one of my three set: words, pages and sentences
