The Magic Of It All

Love is rampant in my heart, but somehow I have spotted the magic of it all.

The Magic Of It All

We all say that we have it,

We are all apart of it,

To be the one who calls for it,

Or to be the one they call to. 

It rings through our very being,

The center of our existence,

The core of our faith,

We have created the perfect thing. 

With the power to strike out,

Against them all,

To protect them in vain, 

Or to be granted the ultimate prize.

We take the knives,

We take the bullets,

The ones that pierce our skin,

And run through our hearts. 

We give those notes,

We buy these gifts,

Giving forever,

Wanting no return. 

The truth behind it all,

The lie we always want to live,

A truth that kills, 

And a lie that heals. 

We are engulfed in this,

A ceaseless war with no cause,

One that is here,

But not there.

It is this,

The magic of it all,

A secret that we openly ask,

An endless quest.

What is my love?

Where is my love?

Who do I love?

Why do I love?