Magic
You’re such a lovely simile,
A gorgeous metaphor,
And yet it’s like you’re made for me,
It’s like we met before.
Sun scarred skies and rainy days
Conducted from batons,
Cole Porter drifts through airways
Long obsolete and gone.
There’s dwarves out in the rocky hills,
And elves up in the trees.
This old heart finds itself refilled
By your magic that bleeds.
You make me feel what I mean to say
And I say what I mean to feel.
We have us, we have today.
You’re not a dream, you’re real.
