Read Poetry: Magic, by Benjamin Bauda

Her kisses are warm and cool
She is beautiful to my mind than my eyes
She is my imperfect, perfect picture
She is Magic

Her touch is unexplainable
Her love is too good to be true yet true
Her words are marble on a scrabble
She is many words
but today she is a word,

Magic is her choice of me
Magic is how I run to her
Magic is what she makes me feel
Magic is not good enough
But magic is what I feel for now
Sweet Magic that is real.

Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film.

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