The Little Things That Leave Us Enchanted An
Magic is real, if you only look
It's in the chapter of your fave book
It is the glisten, of gentle rain
Upon your window pane
It is that first morning coffee
It's the one you wake up to see
It's the love that never breaks
And the soft sponge cakes we make
You see magic is all around us
In all the little things
When a little bluebird sings
And the smile you always bring
When you kiss that love you've waited for, you feel those sparks forevermore
And you look upon the sunsets glow
You see there's magic everywhere you go
The gentle whoosh of the waves in the sea
The way you look at me
The touch upon your gentle face
As I know you were blessed by gods own grace
So tenderly we go about our day, taking things so little for granted
Why must we when it leaves us so enchanted
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