Magic

Had you ever felt the urge to see what is magic 

Or did you find it hidden in the 

charms and spells of an old, rusted book. 

Isn't it magical? 

A word of hope, 

ringing upon your ears. 

A hug full of sympathy 

Erasing all the fears. 

She is the magic, she is your mother

 She is to me 

   What dream is to eyes.

Her words create harmony, 

Create rhymes, 

to bring upon your face a warm smile. 

She creates third and fifths 

Stronger than the flow of time. 

She controls sorcery, 

   She's very kind.

Isn't it witchcraft? 

She sang a song 

a song so warm, 

finally make winter to give up 

on my heart. 

My soul was Hibernating

Until gently roused by her love. 

Because she is my hope note.