What is magic?
A magicians trick? A rabbit from a hat?
Is it a clear night, with a star filled sky?
Or is it a moment, un utterly unique day?
I think it means something different to everyone.
To me, it's the knowledge that somewhere out there,
In this huge vast world,
There are two people, so very much in love.
To have complete acceptance, adoration from someone,
That is magic.
I don't believe magic can be taught,
Or learnt.
Magic has to be discovered,
Experienced.
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