You say love is magic, But ends in tragic, Is he a ghost? Is it a dream? Is it true? All I see only the color of his eyes, His hands so gentle. My eyes tearing of his appearance, My confusion of his handsome face, The suprising of his dancing, His words softening my ears, The comfort of how he holds me, His eyes putting me into a spell, I feel the love between us, It's only us who sees each other, My wings spreading, His lips so dry, His voice so deep, I couldn't help but kiss him. He vanished, I feel maybe I was wrong, He could of been an angel, He could of been an illusion, But I know he was real.
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