Magic Is Within Her
Magic is what happens when the sun rises
Magic is what happens when the birds chirp
Magic is what happens when I roll over to see her beautiful face
Her hair spread against the pillow,
Her face shadowed with the breaks in the curtains
Her body covered with the fluffy clouds of the comforter.
She reminds me of a roaring sea,
Her gentle strength as she arises from the sheets
Her gentle strength as she smiles, even after everything that has happened to her
Her gentle strength as she commands a room full of people that she could be afraid of
She reminds me of a roaring sea,
Her eyes that are waves with both the sea and the crest swirling within
Her back and how it expands with every deep breath
Her hair curly and rippling in the wind
Magic is within her
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