Magic Words
Magic Words
He practiced his magic out there in the yard
on the crest of this fine summer’s eve
A trick he had found waiting there in his heart,
he knew he just had to believe
For there was a girl who he found oh so pretty
on a front porch right there on his street
And all he could hope was that magic would help him,
if only a chance just to meet
He set up his props, a box made of cardboard
and showed it was empty inside
Then held up a scarf, tinted blue like the heavens
and still he had nothing to hide
He thought good and hard of his learned incantation,
the words he so soon would recite
There on the lawn, a bright sun was shining,
hoping he would get it right
Then looked her direction and grinned when he noticed
that she was now looking at him
He put on his hat and rolled up his sleeves,
it’s time for the spell to begin
With a wave of his hand, he made her appear
from the box with a scarf colored blue
Just three magic words, she needed to hear
when he whispered to her, I love you
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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