A magic called LOVE

The melody of the guitar wasn't as soothing as the sound of his voice, The flock of birds flying at sunset weren't as beautiful as his shimmering eyes, The heat from the flickering yellow flames weren't as warm as his arms, The moon shining down on her wasn't as bright as his glowing smile. All that used to leave her in overawe a few years ago had climbed a step down, below the prime, for he had occupied that top spot and filled it with a new kind of magic, called love.

Originally written by Hithaishi at http;//inditeitout.in 

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Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

I could have read such loving comparisons all day.
Well done indeed.

[marybluebell]

intersting comparisons.Gave food for thought

[Falcon1]

Very sweet I understood the words message completely From "The Melody of the Guitar-New Kind of Magic called Love"