Some days it feels like magic
Spoken with a tongue.
The feeling of a first love,
Of being wild and young.
A name aloud is different,
Its spoken meaning true.
Flowing words with feeling
Making only sense to you.
A shining star at midnight
Lights the shadows on your face.
The whispering of autumn leaves,
Your sweetheart’s warm embrace.
A park bench holds a deeper truth
That what most people see.
It holds the warmth of lost romance
And vacant memory.
Though time moved on and left us
Sitting cold and lifeless on the floor,
There is still a bit of magic
Left over from before.
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