A Sort of Magic
By Don Baird
Deep in the most special part of my heart I hold and cherish you. It's a place my sweet that a road map cannot help you find. A sort of magic is the pass to entrance and only one will ever know its way. And that is you my dear. Many have travelled the journey through my heart landing in their special spots. Scattered around my internal land of love you'll find family and friends. But there is only one that had the magic too enter my heart's soul. And that is you my dear. You gently landed in my life like an angel resting on a rose petal. You brought a sense of love that has been unequalled to me by any. You showed me the truth and depth of love where words remain inadequate. And that is you my dear. I return your love and bring bouquets of flowers to celebrate us. I maintain the strength of my love for you like an oak in a giant forest. I cherish our love in such a way that only magic could ever reveal. And that is us my dear.Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 03:28 PM PST, Don Baird love
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"Deep in the most special part of my heart I hold and cherish you...."