You are the reason
that I have
fourteen
different-flavored
smiles.
You are every penny
I have ever
picked up,
each distant sun that
heard my whispered wish,
the tingle
down my spine
when my hand finds
its perfect fit,
Love...
You are lilacs
over roses,
the steady beat
of rain
on a Tuesday
morning,
the wings
of a heart that
is finally heard.
What I mean is,
you are magic,
my darling.
The only magic
I have ever known.
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