TO THE MANY I LOVE [love poems]

MAGIC DUST

Tender like my young beliefs; illogical but pure,
Sparkly like the fairy dust I believe in; mystical are the wounds it could cure.
Gone like my innocent days but my trust in your spells still remain,
Because I still see you when the sun shines through the cracks of my heart and turns its dust to golden.
Looking into your dark eyes my soul heals from within shaking off its rust,
'Cuz you are my magic dust; an everlasting childhood trust.

-Laxmi Bhargavi Golla