Magical

He said his love for me is magical.
The kind that shifts warmth
to every area of my being.

Magical, indeed.

He seances my heart
until the death within speaks life.

I levitate on the residue of his love,
long after he has left the room.

Clouds become my sanctuary—
Gravity never allowed to have its way.

I became a supreme being,
all because his love embraced me.

Magical, indeed.

-Vmack

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