Magic

Tell me, do you believe in Magic
In visions pretold in dreams?
That it is possible to fall in love
In the shade of tall shapely trees?

From the second I saw your face,
From the minute I felt your hand,
I knew it was destiny's ship
That had carried you to this land.

A force from above designed your body
In the same mould as mine.
I knew that figure right from the start
Each curve, each fold, each line.

I sense what makes your fires burn,
For I read the ashes in my own heart
All makes sense when we are together
And is jumbled up when we are apart.