Magic
There is a magic in the way you move, something so honest and pure that I can't quite get used to.
There is a magic in the way you speak, something that moves through me making my senses grow weak.
There is a magic that lives inside your eyes, with each look a flood of emotions from which I cannot hide.
There is a magic deep down in your soul, a magic with which I wish to grow old.
A friend of mine wrote this poem and I wanted to see what other people thought about it. Thank you for your opinion.
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