“Magic”
Magic be the one that holds it all,
The light that brightens the day,
The warmth that heats the night.
Magic is the smile that makes the heart jump,
Giving life to the home.
Magic be the one that holds it all,
Bring heat to the blood,
Lighting the fire within the pit,
Exciting at the thought,
Bring chills at the touch.
Magic be the one that holds it all,
Loving like no other,
Generous with no other,
And special within this world of mine.
Magic is the spell that binds,
Giving life to the fields.
Magic is the one that brings life,
To this world of mine.
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