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Pardon my ignorance
And forgive my intrusion
But I have a story to tell
Please dont yell

I have to let you know
That grandpa was always right
But I was oblivion of the fact
Infact I never understood 

I never believed in magic before
Now I do
Magic is everything I see and do
Love is everything I feel
Laughter is all I know
And she is all I see

She is midnight black
Because she is made of luck
Her eyes brighter than the stars
Her smile bigger than the moon on your window
She is the one I say.

I crave for her daily
More than just physical connection
I crave for her words and depth
I crave to know her desire and fears
I crave to see a smile on her full lips
I crave to feel the warmth on her skin
I crave to know every inch of her beyond the surface

I guess all in good time

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