The secret to magic,

is a tiny bit small

like a scritch, scritch, squeak,

from just down the hall.

it starts out soo tiny,

(barely there at all.)

Then, it gets warmer, warmer,

starts to finger your toes.

Wanders on up, to the tip of your nose

and you feel an ahh…ahhh..choo

but, before it all blows,

it slips slightly sideways,

(away now it goes.)

and that tiny thing,

becomes a bit more,

it puzzles your puzzler,

until it’s quite sore.

Then it’s gone somewhat medium,

(not quite as rare as before,)

like a familiar tap, tap,

upon your front door.

Not quite as psychic,

no longer a mouse,

in fact it’s now looking,

the size of a house,

Magic is growing,

it’s becoming quite tall

no longer just squeaking,

from just down the hall,

now it’s quite brilliant,

people stop and stare,

quite taken aback,

by the magic that’s there.

And I’ll tell you a secret,

(I can’t lie to you)

the truth is that magic,

Is a thing that you do.

It’s not about distance,

it’s not about height,

it isn’t about what’s blinded,

or hidden from sight.

It’s not about money,

it doesn’t care for looks,

It cannot be found in your recipe books.

No, magic is a thing that cannot be caught,

It’s cannot be cornered, it can only be sought.

Magic grows with a flutter,

it arrives with a zing!

It fills you on up,

and makes your heart sing.

It’s quite simply a seed that when watered will grow,

it’s actually quite easy,

(I’ll have you know)

Some call it magic,

some call it spell,

Some say it is heaven,

some compare it to hell.

As with all beauty it comes down to one thing..

Magic no matter,

below or above,

it all comes from a word,

And that word is love.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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