More poems by Presley23

There's Magic

There’s magic
The way the sun hits those leaves
Shining down through the trees
They glitter and they glow

There’s magic
The way the rose stands so bold
Lovely, but treacherous to hold
It will be envied

There’s magic
The way they loved for fifty years
Words unspoken, still they hear
They are golden

There’s magic
The way that song fills the room
Arousing grins instead of gloom
It creates dancing

There’s magic
The way we’re living life apart
But still have each other’s hearts
Love is timeless
Poem by Presley23